Luyện nghe bài hát Fair Margaret And Sweet William

Sweet rose one winter's morn
Pray Lord to me truth
And tell me of that lost love
Between Lady and you

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

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

Down she threw her comb
And she threw her hair
And down she came from high window
And was never no more

The sun low on William's home
His mind consumed fear
He dreamt his was full of white shroud
And the bed was flowing tears

It was the time night set in
And all were asleep
He spied Margaret all cloaked in white
She was at the bed feet

How do you like you bed she
How do you like sheets
How do you like your new made
That's in your arms asleep

Very well do I my bed said he
Still I like my sheets
But best of all that fair maid
That at my bed feet

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

Is Lady Margaret in the
Or is she in the
Or is she in her room
Among the all

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

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

Once he kissed her white hand
And twice he kissed her
Three times he her cold corpse lips
And he fell in her asleep