Luyện nghe bài hát Fete Champetre

FETE
(Robert Burns)
O, wha will to Saint House,
To do our errands there,
O, wha will to Stephen's House
O, th' merry lads of Ayr,
Or ye send a man-o-law?
Or will ye a sodger?
Or him wha led o'er a'
The Ursa-Major?
Come, ye court a noble lord,
Or buy a o' lairds, man?
For Worth and Honour their word.
vote shall be Glencaird's, man.
Ane gies coin, ane gies them wine,
gies them clatter;
Anbank, wha the ladies' taste,
He gies a Champetre.
Love and Beauty heard the news
The gay amang, man,
Where, flowers, and busking bowers,
heard the blackbird's sang, man:
A vow, they seal'd it a kiss,
Sir Polities to
As alone, the patent bliss,
To hold a Champetre.
Then mounted on gleesome wing,
O'er hill and she flew, man;
Ilk burn, ilk crystal spring,
Ilk glen and she knew, man
She summon'd every sprite,
sports by wood or water,
On th' bonie of Ayr to meet,
And keep Fete Champetre.
Cauld Boreas, wi his crew
Were bound to like kye, man;
And Cynthia's ear, o fu,
up the starry sky, man:
Reflected dwell in the streams,
Or down the current
The western steals through the trees
To view this Champetre.
How a robe sae gaily floats,
What sparkling glance, man,
To enchanting notes,
As moves the dance, man!
The wood, the winding flood,
Paradise did glitter,
When angels met at Adam's
To hold Fete Champetre.
Politics came there, to mix
And his ether-stane, man,
He round the magic ground,
But found he nane, man:
He blush'd for shame, he his name,
Forswore it, letter,
Wi prayer to join and share
This Fete Champetre.
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