The Grazier's Daughter-June Tabor

[ti:The Grazier's Daughter] [ar:June Tabor] [al:Aqaba] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Grazier's Daughter - June Tabor [00:01.36]Oh the grazier's daughter living near [00:05.04] [00:07.23]A fair young damsel as you shall hear [00:11.79] [00:13.84]It's up to London she did go [00:18.33] [00:19.15]To seek for service as you shall know [00:24.55] [00:26.86]Her master having but one son [00:30.48] [00:32.45]Oh she bein' fair his heart she won [00:37.07] [00:38.07]Young Betsy bein' so very fair [00:42.56] [00:43.37]She brought his heart into a snare [00:47.24] [00:49.86]One sunday evening he stole her thyme [00:53.91] [00:55.54]And unto Betsy told his mind [00:59.28] [01:01.28]Myown swearing bower's above [01:05.60] [01:06.42]'Tis you fair Betsy 'tis you I love [01:10.87] [01:12.87]His mother then bein' standing nigh [01:17.36] [01:18.61]Hearing these words that her son did say [01:22.66] [01:24.68]Next morning by the break of day [01:29.17] [01:29.98]Unto fair Betsy she took away [01:35.10] [01:36.75]Sayin' Rise up rise up my fair Betsy [01:41.56] [01:43.11]And dress yourself most gallantly [01:46.87] [01:49.17]For 'tis to the country you must go [01:53.17] [01:53.79]All along with me for one day or two [01:58.03] [02:00.53]And as they were crossing o'er the plain [02:04.01] [02:05.32]They spied some ships sailing on the main [02:09.94] [02:11.55]No wit no wit this poor woman had [02:15.79] [02:16.73]But to sell poor Betsy to be a slave [02:21.35] [02:24.09]Then a few days after the mother returned [02:28.58] [02:30.21]And it's welcome mother replies the son [02:34.95] [02:36.35]But tell me tell me true I pray [02:40.78] [02:41.43]Oh where is Betsy behind you say [02:46.11] [02:48.87]Oh son oh son I plainly see [02:53.11] [02:54.12]The love you bear for poor Betsy [02:58.17] [02:59.54]But your sobbin' and sighin' are all in vain [03:04.91] [03:06.04]Young Betsy sailing across the main [03:10.37] [03:12.37]In a few days after the son lies sick [03:17.73] [03:18.79]No sort o' music his heart would take [03:23.34] [03:24.59]But he often sighed and he often cried [03:30.46] [03:31.35]Oh Betsy Betsy I shall die [03:35.59] [03:38.77]And in a few days after the son lies dead [03:43.07] [03:44.38]Mother wrings her hands and she tears her hair [03:48.06] [03:49.62]If I could bring back my son again [03:54.36] [03:55.30]I'd send poor Betsy across the main [03:59.35] [04:02.76]Oh the grazier's daughter living near [04:07.68] [04:09.37]A fair young damsel as you shall hear [04:14.61] [04:16.11]It's up to London she did go [04:21.04] [04:21.85]To seek for service as you shall know