Cerys Hafana - Child Owlet (Official Music Video)

Credits: Production design - Lara Kipp Cinematography - Eddie Yeoman Assistant camera - Joe Hadley Director - Amy Daniel Child Owlet - Child Ballad 291, trad. Performed, arranged + produced - Cerys Hafana Mixed + mastered - Mike West Originally created for Old Tunes Fresh Takes (https://oldtunesfreshtakes.com/). Oh I sit into my bower / Sewing a silken seam A bonny shirt for Child Owlett as he goes out and in His face was fair, long was his hair / I’ve called him to come near “Oh, you must cuckold Lord Ronald / For all his lands and gear” “Oh, lady, hold your tongue, for shame / For such should ne’er be done How can I cuckold Lord Ronald / And me his sister’s son?” Then I’ve taken a small penknife / That lay here by my side I’ve pricked myself below my breast / Which made my body bleed Lord Ronald’s come into my bower / Where I did make my moan “Oh, what is all this blood”, he said / “That shines on your breastbone?” “Young Child Owlet, your sister’s son / Is new gone from my bower Had I not been a good woman / I’d be Child Owlet’s whore” Then he has taken Child Owlet / Thrown him in prison strong And all his men, a council held / To judge Child Owlet’s wrong Some said, Child Owlet, he should hang / Some said that he should burn Some said that they’d have Child Owlet / Between wild horses torn There was no grass on Elkin Moor / No broom nor bonny rush Not dripping with Child Owlet’s blood / And pieces of his flesh There was no stone on Elkin Moor / No broom nor bonny whin Not dripping with Child Owlet’s blood / And pieces of his skin