कविता 1
Lord Thomas was a bold forester;
And the lodge-keeper of the king's deer.
Fair Ellinor was as a gay lady;
Lord Thomas he loved her dear.
And the lodge-keeper of the king's deer.
Fair Ellinor was as a gay lady;
Lord Thomas he loved her dear.
कविता 2
Now riddle me, dear mother, said he,
And riddle it all in one,
Whether I shall marry the brown girl,
Or bring fair Ellinor home.
And riddle it all in one,
Whether I shall marry the brown girl,
Or bring fair Ellinor home.
कविता 3
The brown girl she has houses and land
Fair Ellinor she has none;
Wherefore I charge you upon my blessing,
To bring the brown girl home.
Fair Ellinor she has none;
Wherefore I charge you upon my blessing,
To bring the brown girl home.
कविता 4
So way he flew to fair Ellinor's bow'r,
And tingled so loud at the ring
No one was so ready as fair Ellinor
To let Thomas in.
And tingled so loud at the ring
No one was so ready as fair Ellinor
To let Thomas in.
कविता 5
What new, what news, what news? she cried,
What news hast thou brought unto me?
I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
Beneath the sycamore tree.
What news hast thou brought unto me?
I am come to bid thee to my wedding,
Beneath the sycamore tree.
कविता 6
O God forbid that any such thing
Should ever pass by my side;
I thought that thou wouldst have been my bridegroom
And I should have been the bride.
Should ever pass by my side;
I thought that thou wouldst have been my bridegroom
And I should have been the bride.
कविता 7
Come riddle my mother, come riddle, she said,
Come riddle it unto me,
Whether I to Lord Thomas's wedding shall go,
Or whether I stay with thee.
Come riddle it unto me,
Whether I to Lord Thomas's wedding shall go,
Or whether I stay with thee.
कविता 8
It's hundred are your friends, daughter,
And thousands are your foes;
Therefore I beg thee with all my blessing
To Lord Thomas's wedding don't go.
And thousands are your foes;
Therefore I beg thee with all my blessing
To Lord Thomas's wedding don't go.
कविता 9
It's thousands are my friends mother;
And hundreds are my foes;
So betide my life, and betide my death,
To Lord Thomas's wedding I'll go.
And hundreds are my foes;
So betide my life, and betide my death,
To Lord Thomas's wedding I'll go.
कविता 10
Fair Ellinor dress'd in her rich array,
Her merry men all in green;
And ev'ry town that she rode through
They took her for some queen.
Her merry men all in green;
And ev'ry town that she rode through
They took her for some queen.
कविता 11
She rode till she came to Thomas's house;
She tingled so loud at the ring,
There was none so ready as Lord Thomas himself
To let fair Ellinor in.
She tingled so loud at the ring,
There was none so ready as Lord Thomas himself
To let fair Ellinor in.
कविता 12
He took her by the lilywhite hand
And led her through the hall,
And sat her down in the noblest chair,
Amongst the ladies all.
And led her through the hall,
And sat her down in the noblest chair,
Amongst the ladies all.
कविता 13
Is this your bride, Lord Thomas, she said
Methinks she looks wonderfully brown;
When you could have had the fairest lady
That ever trod English ground.
Methinks she looks wonderfully brown;
When you could have had the fairest lady
That ever trod English ground.
कविता 14
Despise her not, Lord Thomas then said,
Despise her not unto me;
For more do I love thy little finger
Than all her whole body.
Despise her not unto me;
For more do I love thy little finger
Than all her whole body.
कविता 15
The brown girl had a little penknife
Which was both long and sharp;
'Twist the small ribs and the short she pricked
Fair Ellinor to the heart.
Which was both long and sharp;
'Twist the small ribs and the short she pricked
Fair Ellinor to the heart.
कविता 16
Oh! what is the matter, Fair Ellen, he said
Methinks you look wondrous wan;
You used to have a fair a colour
As ever the sun shone on.
Methinks you look wondrous wan;
You used to have a fair a colour
As ever the sun shone on.
कविता 17
Oh! are you blind, Lord Thomas? she said,
Oh! can you not very well see?
Oh! can you not see my own heart's blood
Come tinkling down my knee?
Oh! can you not very well see?
Oh! can you not see my own heart's blood
Come tinkling down my knee?
कविता 18
Lord Thomas he had a sword by his side,
As he walked through the hall;
He took off the brown girl's head from her shoulders
And flung it against the wall.
As he walked through the hall;
He took off the brown girl's head from her shoulders
And flung it against the wall.
कविता 19
He put the sword to the ground,
The sword unto his heart
No sooner did three lovers meet
No sooner did they part.
The sword unto his heart
No sooner did three lovers meet
No sooner did they part.
कविता 20
Spoken verse:
"Make me a grave both long and wide,
And lay fair Ellinor by my side -
And the brown girl at my feet."
"Make me a grave both long and wide,
And lay fair Ellinor by my side -
And the brown girl at my feet."
कविता 21
Lord Thomas was buried in the church
Fair Ellinor in the choir;
And from her bosom there grew a rose
And out of Lord Thomas the briar.
Fair Ellinor in the choir;
And from her bosom there grew a rose
And out of Lord Thomas the briar.
कविता 22
They grew till they reached the church tip top,
When the could grow no higher;
And then they entwined like a true lover's knot,
For all true lovers to admire.
When the could grow no higher;
And then they entwined like a true lover's knot,
For all true lovers to admire.
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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जोड़ाMay 6th, 2018
आखरी अपडेटMarch 6th, 2022
के बारे मेंLord Thomas and Fair Annet (Child 73, Roud 4) (also known as "Lord Thomas and Fair Eleanor") is an English folk ballad.
Lord Thomas (or Sweet Willie) is in love with Fair Annet, or Annie, or Elinor, but she has little property. He asks for advice. His father, mother, and brother (or some of them) advise that he should marry the nut-brown maid with a rich dowry. His mother promises to curse him if he marries Annet and bless him if he marries the nut-brown maid. His sister warns her that her dowry may be lost and then he will be stuck with nothing but a hideous bride. Nevertheless, he takes his mother's advice.
Fair Annet dresses as splendidly as she can and goes to the wedding. The nut-brown maid is so jealous that she stabs Annet to death. Lord Thomas stabs both the nut-brown maid and himself to death. A rose grows from Fair Annet's grave, a brier from Lord Thomas's, and they grow together.
Lord Thomas (or Sweet Willie) is in love with Fair Annet, or Annie, or Elinor, but she has little property. He asks for advice. His father, mother, and brother (or some of them) advise that he should marry the nut-brown maid with a rich dowry. His mother promises to curse him if he marries Annet and bless him if he marries the nut-brown maid. His sister warns her that her dowry may be lost and then he will be stuck with nothing but a hideous bride. Nevertheless, he takes his mother's advice.
Fair Annet dresses as splendidly as she can and goes to the wedding. The nut-brown maid is so jealous that she stabs Annet to death. Lord Thomas stabs both the nut-brown maid and himself to death. A rose grows from Fair Annet's grave, a brier from Lord Thomas's, and they grow together.
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