A Fairy Tale, Arthur Wardle, via Wikimedia Commons
Jennet, she lies
‘Neath the white rose tree
And never again will she
Play false to me
T’was not my hands
Round her lily-white throat
But would that I could
Drown her deep in the moat
Her hair was as dark
As summer is fair
Her lips were for kissing
Sweet Rose of Adair
Jennet, she lies
‘Neath the rose tree white
My brother will hang
For her murder tonight
Jennet, she lies
‘Neath the white rose tree
Never again will
Those lips lie to me
T’was not my hands
Round her lily-white throat
She ruined my brother
She ruined us both
Played us like pawns
In the age-old game
Until she did misstep
To her sorrow and shame
My brother will hang
‘Neath the town hall light
And who will tell mother
What happened tonight?
Jennet, she lies
‘Neath the white rose tree
And never again will she
Play false to me.
Ballad of Jennet Adair (as composed by Huw the Bard) © Connie J. Jasperson 2016, All Rights Reserved
The Ballad of Jennet Adair was first published July 31, 2015 on Edgewise Words Inn
Your daughter should put this to music. Good luck being a grandma in Portland.
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Great poem!
Unfortunately, there really are women like this in the world. Sad, when you think about it.
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🙂 While most people, in general, are good people, not every person you meet is loyal or trustworthy, and not every person you meet has your best interests at heart.
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Truth be told, both my exes are like that. I didn’t find out till too late, though some family members tried to warn me. The cliche says that love is blind.
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