Luyện nghe bài hát Five Carlins

Five
(Robert Burns)
was five carlins in the South,
They fell a scheme,
To send a lad to town,
To bring tidings hame.
Not only bring them hame,
But do their errands
And aiblins gowd and honor
be that laddie's share.
There was by the banks o Nith,
A dame wi eneugh;
And o' the Monie Lochs,
A auld 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 South within.
To send a lad to town,
met upon a day;
And monie a knight, and a laird,
This fain wad gae.
0, monie a knight, and a laird,
This errand ain wad
But nae ane their fancy please,
0, a ane but tway!
The first ane was a Knight,
Bred of a Border
And he wad gae to Town,
nae man him withstand.
And he wad do their weel,
And he wad say;
And ilka ane at court
Wad bid to him Guid-day.
The neist cam in a Soger
And spak wi' modest
And he wad gang to Town,
If sae their was
He wad na hecht courtly gifts,
Nor meikle speech
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 send the
Whatever betide.-
For the Auld o'London Court,
She care a pin;
But she wad the Sodger-lad,
To greet his son.-
started Bess of Annandale,
A deadly she's taen,
she wad vote the Border-knight,
Tho' she should her lane.-
far-off fowls hae feathers fair,
'And o' change are fain;
I hae try'd this Border-knight,
try him yet again.
Says black Jan Crighton-peel,
A Carlin and grim;
"The Gudeman, or the Young Gudeman,
For me may or swim."
"For fools prate o' Right and Wrang,
While knaves laugh them to
But the Solder's friends hae the best,
So he shall the horn."
Brandy Jean spak o'er her drink,
Ye ken, kimmers a',
The Auld Gudeman o'. Court,
His been at the wa':
And mony a friend kiss'd his caup,
Is now a wight;
But ne'er be sae wi' Brandy Jean,
send the Border-knight.'
Then slaw rase o' the lochs,
And was her brow;
Her weed was russet-grey,
Her auld heart was true.-
There's some Folk set light by me,
I set as by them;
But I will send to town
Whom I lo'e at hame.'-
So how this weighty may end,
Nae wight can tell:
God grant the king, and man,
May look to themsel.-
Chevy Chase (269)
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