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Paroles
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
Traduction des paroles
Jack Orion était le meilleur violoneux jamais tripoté sur la corde
Il pouvait conduire les jeunes filles sauvages avec un air que ses fils chantaient
Il pouvait tripoter le poisson dans l'eau salée, l'eau d'une pierre de marbre
Ou du lait de la poitrine d'une jeune fille bien que bébé elle n'en avait pas
Là il a joué dans la salle du château et là il les a joué profondément endormi
Sauf que c'était pour la jeune comtesse qui, par amour, est restée éveillée
Alors d'abord il lui a joué un air lent puis il l'a joué vif et gay
Et Oh, cher amour, derrière son gant, cette dame qu'elle a dit
Avant le jour est venu et les coqs ont chanté et battaient leurs ailes si large
Vous devez venir dans ma chambre et vous allonger à mes côtés
Donc, il a enveloppé de son violon dans un drap vert et il a volé sur son un-pointe-a-toe
Et il est de retour à son jeune garçon Tom aussi vite qu'il a pu aller
Avant le jour est venu et les coqs ont chanté et battaient leurs ailes si large
Je veux aller à la porte de la dame et m'étendre à ses côtés
Se coucher, se coucher, mon bon maître, voici une couverture pour votre main
Et je te réveillerai en aussi bon moment que n'importe quel coq de ce pays
Maintenant Tom a pris le violon dans sa main, il a tripoté et il a joué pendant une heure complète
Jusqu'à ce qu'il le joue profondément endormi; il est parti pour la bower de la dame
Et quand il est venu à la porte de sa chambre, il tournoya doucement à la broche
La dame, fidèle à sa promesse, se leva et le laissa entrer
Il n'a pas pris cette dame gay pour renforcer ni au lit
Mais sur le sol dur et froid il la fit bientôt poser
Et il ne l'a pas embrassée quand il est venu ni encore mais d'elle il est allé
Mais dans la fenêtre de la chambre de la dame, la Lune comme un charbon brillait
Ragged sont vos Bas, amour, et stubbly est votre joue et le menton
Et ébouriffé est ce cheveux jaunes que j'ai vu antan
Ces bas appartiennent à mon garçon Tom, ils étaient les premiers venus à ma main
Le vent a dû ébouriffer Mes cheveux jaunes et je suis monté sur la terre