
Date of issue: 10.02.2015
Song language: English
The Ballad of Midsomer County |
Come sit by me all you |
Fine lords and laddies, |
And I’ll tell you the tale |
Of the young John Henry. |
He met a fair maiden, |
One bright may morning, |
When he went a-hunting |
In Midsomer County. |
And pale was the skin |
Of the Midsomer maiden, |
Blue were her eyes |
As blue as the sea. |
And on her fair head |
Lay a garland of flowers. |
Sweet were the roses |
Of Midsomer County. |
But young men don’t stray. |
This maiden will lead you away. |
'Come to go rest now, ' |
Said the Midsomer maiden, |
'You're weary from traveling, ' |
'That I can see.' |
'Let us go home now, ' |
'Over yonder the Greenwood.' |
'Come taste the fruits' |
'Of Midsomer County.' |
She led him on through |
The Midsomer Greenwood |
'Til they came to a hut |
By a juniper tree. |
She said, 'Sir, won’t you' |
'Come sit by my fire, ' |
'You'll eat like the king' |
'Of Midsomer County.' |
But young men don’t stray. |
This maiden will lead you away. |
She brought him fine ale |
And she brought him supper. |
Fresh eggs and live eels |
For young John Henry. |
She said, 'Come, eat your fill.' |
'And when you are sated' |
'You'll stay with me here' |
'In Midsomer County.' |
And 'Alas I cannot stay, ' |
Said young John Henry, |
'I'm bound to another, ' |
'Soon married I’ll be.' |
'And I thank ye for supper' |
'My kind and fair maiden.' |
'Now I must leave here' |
'Midsomer County.' |
But young men don’t stray. |
This maiden will lead you away. |
Well up went the cry |
Of the Midsomer maiden. |
'For shame and for shame, ' |
'For you have tricked me! |
' |
'You're bound to me now' |
'And I am your lover.' |
'I swear you’ll not leave here' |
'Midsomer County.' |
Cold was the blade |
Of the Midsomer maiden. |
And soft was the neck |
Of young John Henry. |
And warm was the blood |
That flowed from his body. |
Red as the roses |
Of Midsomer County. |
But young men don’t stray. |
This maiden will lead you away. |
But deep in the Greenwood |
Of Midsomer County |
Lies young John Henry |
As cold as can be. |
No headstone to mark him, |
No lover to grieve him, |
Save from the roses |
Of Midsomer County. |
But young men don’t stray. |
This maiden will lead you away |