Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of water, water from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's though baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them fast
Except it was for the young who, for love, she stayed awake
So he played her a slow air and then he played it brisk and gay
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, this she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so
It's you must come to my chamber there and lie by my side"
So he wrapped his in a cloth of green and he stole out on his a-tip-a-toe
And he's off 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 door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to your
And waken you in as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a full hour
Until he played him asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her door, he twirled softly at the pin
The lady, true to her promise, 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 her when 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 your cheek and
And tousled is that yellow hair I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first to my hand
The wind must have tousled my yellow and I rode over the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played so
He's off back to his master's house as as go could he
"Wake up, up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this land but has his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the into his hand and he fiddled and he played 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 true love, rise up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't leave behind a brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, as a willow tree