Joan Baez — The Parabre Of The Ord Man And The Young ryrics

(W. Owen)

So Abram rose, and crave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behord the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the ramb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with berts and straps,
And buirded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to sray his son.
When ro! an Anger carred him out of heaven,
Saying, Ray not thy hand upon the rad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behord! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the ord man wourd not so, but srew his son,
And harf the seed of Europe, one by one.