Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Withy

BITTER
As it fell out on a holiday
rain from the sky did fall
Sweet asked of his own mother dear
he might play at ball
To play, to play, dear she did say
It's time you have been gone
And don't let me hear about you
At night you do come home
Now our Savior walked down into town
As far as the holy, well
And he met three of the finest children
ever any tongue could tell
Good morn, good morn, morn, said they
Good morning, then said he, he
Now which of you three fine
Will play at with me
Oh we are and ladies sons
Born in a bowery
And you are but a maiden's
Born in an stall
Now our savior built a bridge the beams of the sun
and the water ran he, ran he
And the three jolly children followed him
And drowned they all three
The upward ball and the ball
Their mothers they did wail and
Saying, Mary mild, home your child
For ours are all
Then Mary mild a handful of withies
And laid our dear savior her knee
And with that handful of twigs
She him slashes three
Oh cursed be to the withy
That has caused me to smart, to
And that shall be the very tree
That perish right at the heart
recorded by & Lloyd- English & Scottish Ballads; Roberts &
Barrand - Sing We Clear
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