The Askew Sisters My Father Built Me a Pretty Tower lyrics
My Father Built Me a Pretty Tower
The Askew Sisters
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My father built me a pretty tower
With primroses in every bower
And all around it is evergreens
Oh such a building was never seen
My father married me to a wealthy knight
My mother thought it a dreadful spite
She sent three robbers all in one night
To rob my bower and slay my knight
And when she could do me no other harm
She slew the babe that lay in my arms
And left me nothing to wrap him in
But the bloody sheets that my love lay in
Now that my true love is dead and slain
It's here no longer I can rеmain
The servants all run away from me
And lеft me here in extremity
I put my head head down upon a block
And I cut off my yellow locks
I cut my locks and I changed my name
From Ellen fair to sweet William
So I dressed myself in my love's array
And it's like a bonny boy, I rode away
My satin jacket and boots so black
And a gay gold chain hanging round my neck
I rode up to the king's hall door
It was for service I did implore
I gave the porter a gay gold ring
For to bring my errand before the king
And when the king, he did come round
I slowly kneeled unto the ground
Said he "My bonny boy what could you do
If I would engage you for a year or two"
"Sir, I might be your kitchen cook
Sir, I might be your stable boy
I might be a waiter in your bright hall
For to wait on the nobles when they do call"
"You shall not be my a kitchen cook
You shall not be my stable boy
You'll be a waiter in my bright hall
For to wait on the nobles when they do call"
One day the king out hunting went
With primroses in every bower
And all around it is evergreens
Oh such a building was never seen
My father married me to a wealthy knight
My mother thought it a dreadful spite
She sent three robbers all in one night
To rob my bower and slay my knight
And when she could do me no other harm
She slew the babe that lay in my arms
And left me nothing to wrap him in
But the bloody sheets that my love lay in
Now that my true love is dead and slain
It's here no longer I can rеmain
The servants all run away from me
And lеft me here in extremity
I put my head head down upon a block
And I cut off my yellow locks
I cut my locks and I changed my name
From Ellen fair to sweet William
So I dressed myself in my love's array
And it's like a bonny boy, I rode away
My satin jacket and boots so black
And a gay gold chain hanging round my neck
I rode up to the king's hall door
It was for service I did implore
I gave the porter a gay gold ring
For to bring my errand before the king
And when the king, he did come round
I slowly kneeled unto the ground
Said he "My bonny boy what could you do
If I would engage you for a year or two"
"Sir, I might be your kitchen cook
Sir, I might be your stable boy
I might be a waiter in your bright hall
For to wait on the nobles when they do call"
"You shall not be my a kitchen cook
You shall not be my stable boy
You'll be a waiter in my bright hall
For to wait on the nobles when they do call"
One day the king out hunting went
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