Luyện nghe bài hát Chylde Owlet

CHYLDE
Lady sits in her bower
A her silken seam
A bonnie for Chylde Owlet
As he oot and in
His face was fair, lang was his
She's ca'd him to come
Oh ye maun cuckold Ronald
For a' his and kye
Oh lady, hold your tongue for
That a thing e'er be done
How could I Lord Ronald
And me his son
Then she's ta'en oot a wee
lay beside her bed
And pricked hersel below her
made her body bleed
Lord Ronald's come into her
Whaur she did mak' her
Oh, wha's is a' blood, he says
That sparks on your stane?
Young Owlet, your sister's son
Is new gane frae my
Gin I hadnae a good woman
I'd hae been Owlet's whore
he has ta'en young Chylde Owlet
Cast him in prison
And a his men a council
To work Owlet wrang
Some Chylde Owlet should be hung
Some said he should burn
Some said would hae Chylde Owlet
Between wild horses
There are in my stable stand
Can rin speedily
It's ye maun tae my stable
And wile oot far me
They've put a to ilka foot
and ain tae ilka
And sent them oot Elkin Moor
As fast as they could
There wasnae grass nor knowe
Nor broom nor bonnie
But wi' Chylde Owlet's blood
And pieces o' his
There stane on Elkin Moor
Nor yet a piece o'
But drappit wi' Chylde blood
And o' his flesh
Child
recorded by Peggy Seeger and MacColl on Blood & Roses
CHDOWLET
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