Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jack O'Rion, artist - Fairport Convention. Album song Tipplers Tales, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Mercury
Song language: English
Jack O'Rion |
Jack Orion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string |
He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing |
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone |
Or milk from out a maiden’s breast though baby she had none |
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast asleep |
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake |
So first he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk and gay |
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, this lady she did say |
Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide |
It’s you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side |
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his a-tip-a-toe |
And he’s off back to his young boy Tom as fast as he could go |
Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide |
I’m bid to go to the lady’s door and stretch out by her side |
Lie down, lie down, my good master, here’s a blanket to your hand |
And I’ll waken you in as good a time as any cock in this land |
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour |
Until he played him fast asleep; |
he’s off to the lady’s bower |
And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled softly at the pin |
The lady, true to her promise, rose up and let him in |
He did not take that lady gay to bolster nor to bed |
But down upon the hard cold floor right soon he had her laid |
And he did not kiss her when he came nor yet but from her he did go |
But in out the lady’s bedroom window, the moon like a coal did glow |
Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is your cheek and chin |
And tousled is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve |
These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand |
The wind must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode over the land |
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily |
He’s off back to his master’s house as fast as go could he |
Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud? |
There’s not a cock in all this land but has clapped his wings and crowed |
Jack Orion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily |
He’s off away to the lady’s house as fast as go could he |
And when he came to the lady’s door, he twirled so softly at the pin |
Saying Oh, my dear, it’s your true love, rise up and let me in |
She said Surely you didn’t leave behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove |
Or are you returning back again to taste more of my love? |
Jack Orion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn |
Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born |
Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me |
Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body |
Jack Orion sped off to his own house, saying |
Tom, my boy, come here to me |
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow tree |