Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a his wires would sing
He fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a marble stone
Or milk from out a maiden's breast baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them asleep
Except it was for the young countess who, for love, she awake
So first he played her a slow air and then he played it and gay
And oh, love, behind her glove, this lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
It's you must come to my there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his in a cloth of green 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 and the cocks have crowed and flapped their wings so wide
I'm bid to go to the lady's door and out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a to your hand
And I'll waken you in as good a as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played for a hour
he played him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And he came to her chamber 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 down the hard cold floor right soon he had her laid
And he did not kiss her when he came nor yet but her he did go
But in out the lady's bedroom window, the moon like a did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is your and chin
And tousled is that yellow that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my
The wind must have tousled my hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom the fiddle 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, up, oh my good master, why snore you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so
He's off to the lady's house as fast as go could he
And when he came to the 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 golden brooch nor a velvet
Or are you returning back to taste more of my love?"
O'Rion, he swore 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 boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did in my body"
O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, as a willow tree