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 them tidings hame.
Not only bring them hame,
But do their there;
And aiblins and honor baith
Might be that share.
There was Maggie by the o Nith,
A dame wi pride
And Marjorie o' the Lochs,
A auld and teugh.
And Blinkin of Annandale,
dwelt near Solway-side;
And Brandy Jean, that her gill,
In sae wide.
And Black Joan, Crichton-Peel,
0' kith an kin:
Five carlins were na found
The South within.
To send a lad to town,
They met upon a
And a knight, and monie a laird,
errand fain wad gae.
0, monie a knight, and a laird,
This ain wad gae;
But nae ane their fancy please,
0, a ane but tway!
The ane was a belted 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 neist cam in a Soger
And spak wi' grace;
And he wad gang to Town,
If sae pleasure was
He wad na hecht courtly gifts,
Nor meikle pretend;
But he wad an honest heart
Wad ne'er his friend.-
Now wham to chuse, and refuse,
At strife thir Carlins
For some had Gentle to please,
And some wad themsel.-
Then up mim-mou'd Meg o'Nith,
And she up wi'pride,
And she wad send the
Whatever betide.-
For the Gudeman o'London Court,
She didna a pin;
But she wad the Sodger-lad,
To greet his son.-
Then Bess of Annandale,
A aith she's taen,
That she wad the Border-knight,
Tho' she should her lane.-
'For far-off hae feathers fair,
'And fools o' change are
'But I hae this Border-knight,
try him yet again.
Says Jan frae Crighton-peel,
A Carlin and grim;
"The Auld Gudeman, or the Gudeman,
For me may or swim."
"For will prate o' Right and Wrang,
knaves laugh them to scorn;
But the Solder's hae blawn the best,
So he bear the horn."
Then Jean spak o'er her drink,
Ye ken, kimmers a',
The Gudeman o'. London Court,
His back's been at the
And mony a friend kiss'd his caup,
Is now a wight;
But it's ne'er be sae wi' Jean,
We'll the Border-knight.'
Then slaw rase 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 send to town
Whom I best at hame.'-
So how this plea may end,
Nae wight can tell:
God grant the king, and man,
May look to themsel.-
Chevy Chase (269)
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