Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's breast though baby she had
There he played in the castle hall and there he played fast asleep
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed
So first he played her a air and then he played it brisk and gay
And oh, dear love, her glove, this lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have and flapped their wings so wide
you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of and he stole out on his a-tip-a-toe
And off back to his young boy Tom as fast as he could go
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so
I'm bid to go to the lady's and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to your
And I'll you in as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a hour
Until he him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her door, he twirled softly at the pin
The lady, to her promise, rose up and let him in
He did not take that gay to bolster nor to bed
But upon the hard cold floor right soon he had her laid
And he did not kiss her he came nor yet but from her he did go
But in out the lady's bedroom window, the moon a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is cheek and chin
And is that yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my
The wind must have tousled my yellow hair and I over the land"
Now Tom took the into his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily
He's off back to his house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you there so
not a cock in all this land but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he so merrily
off away to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And he came to the lady's door, he twirled so softly at the pin
Saying "Oh, my dear, it's your love, rise up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't leave behind a golden brooch nor a velvet
Or are you returning again to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house the day that I was born"
"Oh, it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that boy did spring in my body"
Jack sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow