Luyện nghe bài hát Fair Margaret And Sweet William

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

Of Lady Margaret I not
And she not of me
For I upon the sun
Some groom shall be

Lady sitting in her high window
Combing her long yellow
sweet William and his new made bride
Riding up the road so

Down she her ivory comb
And down she her hair
And down she came from that high
And was never no more

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

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

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

Very well do I my bed said he
Still better I my sheets
But best of all that young maid
stands at my bed feet

He called on his steed
As fast as the horse could
He rode 'til he came to fair Margaret's
So load he and cried

Is Margaret in the house
Or is she in the
Or is she in her room
the maiden's all

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

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

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