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The False Lady

from Far From The Tree by TEYR

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A Scottish murder ballad, Dominic first heard this performed by John Doyle at the Union Chapel in London. Its many versions occasionally go by the names ‘Young Hunting’, ‘Earl Richard’ or ‘ Love Henry’. The narrative arc, from crime to madness to escape was an irresistible framework for reworking.

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Abide abide, true love, she said, beg and stay all night
For you can have pleasure all in my room near coal and candle light, light
Coal and Candle Light

I won’t abide you false lady, beg and stay all night
For I’ve got a far better love to enjoy when I go home than you, you
When I go home than you

And as he stooped over her saddle bow, to kiss her lips so sweet
With a pen knife all in her hand, she wounded him full deep, deep
Wounded him full deep

Why woundest me you false lady, why wound’st me full sore
There’s not a doctor in all Scotland can heal my mortal wound, wound
Heal my mortal wound

She woke her maids the next morning, at the break of day
Saying there’s a dead man in my bed chamber, I wish he was away, away
I wish he was away

And some took him by the lily white hand, some took him by the feet
And they threw him in a very deep well full fifty fathoms deep, deep
Fifty fathoms deep

Lie there lie there you false young man, lie there lie there alone
Let that woman that you love best think you’re long a’coming home, home
Long a’coming home

Then up spoke a pretty little bird, sitting in a tree
“An ill death may you die lady, he had no love but thee thee
Had no love but thee”
Come down from there you pretty little bird, and sit upon my knee
For I have a golden cage at home I’m sure to give to thee thee
I’m sure to give to thee

I won’t come down you false lady and sit upon your knee
For you have slain your own true love I’m sure you would slay me me
I’m sure you would slay me

Oh if I had my bow to bend, my arrow and my string
I’d shoot you through the very heart upon the leaves so green green
Upon the leaves so green

Well if you had your bow to bend, your arrow and your string
I’d take my winds and away I’d fly, you’d never see me again, again
You’ll never see me again, again, you’ll never see me again, again
You’ll never see me again

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from Far From The Tree, released September 23, 2016
Words: Trad / Music: TEYR

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TEYR London, UK

Folk trio TEYR evolved out of London’s thriving session scene, combining bothy ballads, focsle shanties, folk tunes and Irish poetry. Their unique blend of voices and instruments draws links between the many sounds of the Celtic and British isles.

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