Luyện nghe bài hát Five Carlins

Five
(Robert Burns)
There was five in the South,
They upon a scheme,
To send a lad to town,
To them tidings hame.
Not bring them tidings hame,
But do their there;
And aiblins and honor baith
Might be that share.
was Maggie by the banks o Nith,
A dame wi pride
And o' the Monie Lochs,
A carlin and teugh.
And Blinkin of Annandale,
That dwelt Solway-side;
And Brandy Jean, that her gill,
In sae wide.
And Joan, frae Crichton-Peel,
0' kith an kin:
Five wighter carlins na found
The countrie within.
To send a lad to town,
They met upon a
And monie a knight, and a laird,
errand fain wad gae.
0, monie a knight, and a laird,
This ain wad gae;
But nae ane could fancy please,
0, a ane but tway!
The first ane was a Knight,
Bred of a band;
And he wad gae to Town,
nae man him withstand.
And he wad do their weel,
And meikle he wad
And ilka ane at court
Wad bid to him Guid-day.
The cam in a Soger youth
And spak wi' modest
And he wad gang to Town,
If sae pleasure was
He wad na them courtly gifts,
Nor speech pretend;
But he wad hecht an honest
Wad ne'er his friend.-
Now to chuse, and wham refuse,
At strife Carlins fell;
For had Gentle Folk to please,
And wad please themsel.-
Then up mim-mou'd Meg o'Nith,
And she up wi'pride,
And she wad send the
might betide.-
For the Auld o'London Court,
She didna care a
But she wad the Sodger-lad,
To his eldest son.-
Then Bess of Annandale,
A deadly she's taen,
she wad vote the Border-knight,
Tho' she vote her lane.-
'For fowls hae feathers fair,
'And fools o' change are
'But I hae this Border-knight,
try him yet again.
Says black Jan Crighton-peel,
A stoor and grim;
"The Gudeman, or the Young Gudeman,
For me may or swim."
"For will prate o' Right and Wrang,
While laugh them to scorn;
But the Solder's friends hae the best,
So he bear the horn."
Brandy Jean spak o'er her drink,
Ye weel ken, a',
The Gudeman o'. London Court,
His back's been at the
And a friend that kiss'd his caup,
Is now a fremit
But it's be sae wi' Brandy Jean,
send the Border-knight.'
Then slaw rase o' the lochs,
And wrinkled was her
Her weed was russet-grey,
Her auld heart was true.-
There's some Great set light by me,
I set as light by
But I will send to London
Whom I best at hame.'-
So how weighty plea may end,
Nae mortal can tell:
God the king, and ilka man,
May look to themsel.-
Chevy Chase (269)
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