Luyện nghe bài hát Fair Margaret And Sweet William

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He on his milk-white steed
As fast as the horse could
He rode he came to fair Margaret's home
So load he called and

Is Lady Margaret in the
Or is she in the
Or is she in her parlor
the maiden's all

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

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

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