Bitter Withy-John Tams

[ti:Bitter Withy] [ar:John Tams] [al:The Reckoning] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Bitter Withy - John Tams [00:13.59]As it fell out one high holiday [00:19.06] [00:20.99]Small hail from the heaven did fall [00:24.87] [00:28.08]Our saviour asked his mother mary mild [00:34.79] [00:36.18]If he might go and play at the ball [00:40.88] [00:44.12]At the ball at the ball my own dear son [00:51.31] [00:53.35]It's time that you were gone [00:56.47] [01:00.67]Don't let me hear of any misdoings [01:07.23] [01:09.35]At night when you come home [01:12.99] [01:48.02]Then it's up the hill and down the hill [01:55.26] [01:56.10]Our sweet young saviours's run [02:01.32] [02:04.63]There he spied three rich lords sons [02:11.72] [02:13.61]Playing in the sun [02:17.01] [02:20.21]Good morn good morn good morn said they [02:27.40] [02:29.64]Good morning all said he [02:32.54] [02:36.14]Now which of you three rich lords sons [02:43.51] [02:44.03]Is going to play at the ball with me [02:49.20] [02:52.44]But we're all lords' and ladies' sons [02:59.94] [03:01.61]Born in our bower and hall [03:05.45] [03:08.51]And you aren't nothing but a poor maid's child [03:15.35] [03:17.70]Born in an ox's stall [03:21.29] [03:24.17]But if you're all lords' and ladies' sons [03:31.82] [03:33.61]All born in your bower and hall [03:37.56] [03:40.17]I'll make you believe in your lattery end [03:47.64] [03:48.23]I'm an angel above you all [03:53.41] [04:28.33]So he built him a bridge from the beams of the sun [04:35.36] [04:37.77]And over the river ran he [04:41.36] [04:44.05]And these rich lords sons followed after him [04:50.98] [04:54.27]Drowned they were all three [04:58.17] [05:00.27]Then it's up the hill and down the hill [05:07.45] [05:08.26]These rich lord's mother run [05:12.54] [05:16.27]Crying mary mild fetch home you child [05:23.42] [05:25.76]For ours he has drown'd each one [05:29.62] [05:32.31]And so mary mild fetched home her child [05:39.48] [05:40.31]And she put him all across of her knee [05:44.85] [05:48.26]And it's with a handful of green withy twigs [05:55.58] [05:56.21]She's gave him lashes three [06:01.21] [06:04.16]Oh the bitter withy the bitter withy [06:11.35] [06:12.18]Thou causest me to smart [06:17.23] [06:20.25]And the withy shall be the very first tree [06:27.55] [06:28.50]To perish at the heart