Luyện nghe bài hát Fair Margaret And Sweet William

Sweet William rose one winter's
Pray Lord to me speak
And tell me of that long love
Lady Margaret and you

Of Margaret I know not
And she not of me
For I upon the sun
other's groom shall be

Lady Margaret sitting in her high
Combing her long hair
Spied sweet William and his new made
Riding up the so fair

she threw her ivory comb
And she threw her hair
And down she came from high window
And was seen no more

The sun sank low on home
His mind with fear
He his home was full of white shroud
And the bed was with tears

It was the time that set in
And all fast asleep
He spied Lady Margaret all cloaked in
She was standing at the bed

How do you you bed said she
How do you like your
How do you your new made bride
That's lying in your arms

Very well do I my bed said he
Still better I like my
But best of all fair young maid
That stands at my bed

He on his milk-white steed
As as the horse could ride
He 'til he came to fair Margaret's home
So load he and cried

Is Margaret in the house
Or is she in the
Or is she in her parlor
Among the all

neither in the house said she
Nor is she in the
There Margaret's in the cold coffin
With her face turned to the

Tear it down, it down her ivory sheets
Oh tear them ever so
And let me her cold corpse lips
For I know they'll never kiss

he kissed her pale white hand
And twice he kissed her
Three times he her cold corpse lips
And he fell in her arms