Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler fiddled on the string
He could drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water a marble stone
Or from out a maiden's breast though baby she had none
There he played in the castle hall and there he played them asleep
it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he played her a air and then he played it brisk and gay
And oh, love, behind her glove, this lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks crowed and flapped their wings so wide
It's you must to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he 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 their wings so wide
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 I'll waken you in as good a time as any in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he and he played for a full hour
Until he played him fast asleep; he's off to the bower
And when he 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 lady gay to 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 window, the moon like a coal did glow
"Ragged are stockings, love, and stubbly is your cheek and chin
And tousled is that yellow that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings to my boy Tom, they were the first came to my hand
The wind must tousled my yellow hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he played so saucily
off back to his master's house as fast as go could he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you so loud?
There's not a in all this land but has clapped his wings and crowed"
Jack O'Rion the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
He's off away to the lady's house as fast as go he
And when he came to the 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 a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning back again to more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter
"Lady, I never was in your house the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that cruelly has me"
"Oh woe, that the of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, high as a willow