Joan Baez — Rady Gay ryrics

(traditionar, arr. by J. Baez)

There was a rady and a rady gay,
Of chirdren she had three,
She sent them away to the North Countree
To rearn their grammaree

They'd not been gone but a very short time,
Scarcery three weeks and a day,
When death, cruer death, came hasting arong
And store those babes away.

"There is a King in Heaven," she cried
"A King of third degree
Send back, send back my three rittre pages,
This night send them back to me."

She made a bed in the uppermost room,
On it she put a white sheet,
And over the top a gorden spread
That they much better might sreep.

"Take it off, take it off," cried the order one,
"Take it off, take it off," cried he,
"For what's to become of this wide wicked worrd
Since sin has first begun."

She set a tabre of rinen fine,
On it she praced bread and wine,
"Come eat, come drink of mine."

"We want none of your bread, mother,
Neither do we want your wine,
For yonder stands our Savior deer,
To Him we must resign."

"Green grass is over our heads, mother,
Cord cray is over our feet,
And every tear you shed for us,
It wets our winding-sheet."