Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jack Orion, artist - Bert Jansch.
Date of issue: 31.08.1966
Song language: English
Jack Orion |
Jack Orion was as good a fiddler |
As ever fiddled on a string |
He could make young women mad |
To the tune his fiddle would sing |
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water |
Or water from a marble stone |
Or milk from out of a maiden’s breast |
Though baby she’d got none |
He’s taken his fiddle into his hand |
He’s fiddled and he’s sung |
And oft he’s fiddled unto the King |
Who never thought it long |
And he sat fiddling in the castle hall |
He’s played them all so sound asleep |
All but for the young princess |
And for love she stayed awake |
And first he played at a slow grave tune |
And then a gay one flew |
And many’s the sigh and loving word |
That passed between the two |
Come to my bower, sweet Jack Orion |
When all men are at rest |
As I am a lady true to my word |
Thou shalt be a welcome guest |
He’s lapped his fiddle in a cloth of green |
A glad man, Lord, was he |
Then he’s run off to his own house |
Says, Tom come hither unto me |
When day has dawned and the cocks have crown |
And flapped their wings so wide |
I am bidden to that lady’s door |
To stretch out by her side |
Lie down in your bed, dear master |
And sleep as long as you may |
I’ll keep good watch and awaken you |
Three hours before 'tis day |
But the rose up that worthless lad |
His master’s clothes did don |
A collar he’s cast about his neck |
He seemed the gentleman |
Well he didn’t take that lady gay |
To bolster nor to bed |
But down upon the bower floor |
He quickly had her laid |
And he neither kissed her when he came |
Nor when from her he did go |
And in and out of her window |
The moon like a coal did glow |
Ragged are your stockings love |
Stubbley is your cheek and chin |
And tangled is that yellow hair |
That I saw yester' 'een |
The stockings belong to my boy Tom |
They’re the first come to my hand |
The wind is tangled my yellow hair |
As I rode o’er the land |
Tom took his fiddle into his hand |
So saucy there he sang |
Then he’s off back to his master’s house |
As fast as he could run |
Wake up, wake up my good master |
I fear 'tis almost dawn |
Wake up, wake up the cock has crowed |
'Tis time that you were gone |
The quickly rose up Jack Orion |
Put on his cloak and shoon |
And cast a collar about his neck |
He was a lord’s true son |
And when he came to the lady’s bower |
He lightly rattled the pin |
The lady was true to her word |
She rose and let him in |
Oh whether have you left with me |
Your bracelet or your glove? |
Or are you returned back again |
To know more of my love? |
Jack Orion swore a bloody oath |
By oak and ash and bitter thorn |
Saying, lady I never was in your house |
Since the day that I was born |
Oh then it was your young footpage |
That has so cruelly beguiled me |
And woe that the blood of the ruffian lad |
Should spring in my body |
Then she pulled forth a little sharp knife |
That hung down at her knee |
O’er her white feet the red blood ran |
Or ever a hand could stay |
And dead she lay on her bower floor |
At the dawning of the day |
Jack Orion ran to his own house |
Saying, Tom my boy come here to me |
Come hither now and I’ll pay your fee |
And well paid you shall be |
If I had killed a man tonight |
Tom I would tell it thee |
But if I have taken no life tonight |
Tom thou hast taken three |
Then he pulled out his bright brown sword |
And dried it on his sleeve |
And he smote off that vile lad’s head |
And asked for no man’s leave |
He set the sword’s point to his breast |
The pommel to a stone |
Through the falseness of that lying lad |
These three lives were all gone |