Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the string
He drive young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could fiddle the fish out of salt water, water from a stone
Or milk out a maiden's breast though 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 stayed
So first he played her a air and then he played it brisk and gay
And oh, dear love, behind her glove, lady she did say
"Ere the day has dawned and the cocks have crowed and flapped their so wide
It's you come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his
And he's off back to his young boy Tom as fast as he go
"Ere the day has and the cocks have crowed and flapped 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 to your hand
And I'll you in as good a time as any cock in this land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he and he played for a full hour
he played him fast asleep; he's off to the lady's bower
And when he came to her chamber door, he twirled at the pin
The lady, to her promise, rose 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 bedroom window, the moon like a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and stubbly is your cheek and
And tousled is that yellow that I saw yestereve"
"These stockings belong to my boy Tom, they the first came to my hand
The must have tousled my yellow hair and I rode over the land"
Now Tom took the fiddle into his hand, he fiddled and he so saucily
He's off back to his master's house as fast as go he
"Wake up, wake up, oh my good master, why snore you so loud?
There's not a cock in all this land but has his wings and crowed"
O'Rion took the fiddle into his hand and he fiddled and he played so merrily
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 your true love, up and let me in"
She said "Surely you didn't behind a golden brooch nor a velvet glove
Or are you returning again to taste more of my love?"
Jack O'Rion, he swore a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter
"Lady, I never was in house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your boy Tom that cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, the blood of that ruffian 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, as a willow tree