Bruton Town - Live at the Royal Festival Hall 1968 with Intro

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Bruton Town - Live at the Royal Festival Hall 1968 with Intro
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[Intro] (Um, I think this time we have a traditional song So, um, about right? I got it right It's called Bruton Town In Bruton Town there lived a farmer He had two sons and a daughter Uh, the daughter falls in love with a servant in the house And the brothers get together and they don't dig him very much They don't really like this sort, with the servant and all that So they take the servant out into the woods and they, on the pretext of hunting, and they do him in Ah, he, that, that's about the end of the story) One, two, three [Verse 1] In Bruton town there lived a farmer Who had two sons and a daughter dear By day and night they were contriving To fill their parents' hearts with fear [Verse 2] He told his secrets to no other But to her brother this he said "I think our servant courts our sister I think they have a mind to wed I'll put an end to all their courtship I'll send him silent to his grave" [Verse 3] They asked him to go a-hunting Without any fear or strife And these two bold and wicked villains They took away this young man's life [Verse 4] And in the ditch there was no water Where only bush and briars grew They could not hide the blood of slaughter So in the ditch his body they threw [Instrumental Break 1] [Verse 5] When they returned home from hunting She asked for her servant-man "I ask because I see you whisper So brothers tell me if you can" [Verse 6] "Oh, sister, you do offend me Because you examine me We've left him where we've been a-hunting No more of him we could not see" [Verse 7] As she lay dreaming on her pillow She thought she saw her heart's delight By her bedside as she lay weeping He was dressed in his bloody coat [Verse 8] "Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel Don't weep for me nor care nor pine For your two brothers killed me cruelly In such a place you may me find" [Instrumental Break 2] [Verse 9] As she rose early the next morning With a heavy sigh and bitter groan The only love that she admired Lay in the ditch where he was thrown [Verse 10] Three days and nights she did sit by him And her poor heart was filled with woe 'Til cruel hunger crept upon her And home she was obliged to go
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