Luyện nghe bài hát Five Carlins

Five
(Robert Burns)
was five carlins in the South,
They upon a scheme,
To a lad to London town,
To bring them hame.
Not only them tidings hame,
But do their there;
And gowd and honor baith
be that laddie's share.
There was Maggie by the o Nith,
A wi pride eneugh;
And o' the Monie Lochs,
A carlin and teugh.
And Bess of Annandale,
That dwelt Solway-side;
And Brandy Jean, took her gill,
In sae wide.
And Black Joan, Crichton-Peel,
0' kith an kin:
wighter carlins were na found
The countrie within.
To send a lad to town,
They met upon a
And monie a knight, and a laird,
This errand wad gae.
0, monie a knight, and a laird,
This ain wad gae;
But nae ane could their 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 errands 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' grace;
And he wad to London Town,
If sae their was
He wad na them courtly gifts,
Nor meikle pretend;
But he wad an honest heart
Wad desert his friend.-
Now to chuse, and wham refuse,
At thir Carlins fell;
For some had Gentle to please,
And wad please themsel.-
Then up mim-mou'd Meg o'Nith,
And she up wi'pride,
And she wad the Sodger-lad
might betide.-
For the Auld Gudeman Court,
She didna care a
But she wad the Sodger-lad,
To greet his son.-
started Bess of Annandale,
A deadly she's taen,
That she wad the Border-knight,
Tho' she vote her lane.-
'For far-off hae feathers fair,
'And o' change are fain;
I hae try'd this Border-knight,
try him yet again.
Says Jan frae Crighton-peel,
A Carlin stoor and
"The Gudeman, or the Young Gudeman,
For me may or swim."
"For fools will prate o' and Wrang,
knaves laugh them to scorn;
But the Solder's friends hae the best,
So he shall the horn."
Then Brandy spak o'er her drink,
Ye weel ken, a',
The Gudeman o'. London Court,
His been at the wa':
And a friend that kiss'd his caup,
Is now a wight;
But it's be sae wi' Brandy Jean,
send the Border-knight.'
Then slaw Marjory o' the lochs,
And was her brow;
Her ancient was russet-grey,
Her auld heart was true.-
some Great Folk set light by me,
I set as by them;
But I will to London town
Whom I best at hame.'-
So how this weighty may end,
Nae mortal wight can
God the king, and ilka man,
May look to themsel.-
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