Luyện nghe bài hát Jack O'rion

Jack O'Rion was the finest fiddler ever fiddled on the
He could young ladies wild with a tune his wires would sing
He could the fish out of salt 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
it was for the young countess who, for love, she stayed awake
So first he her a slow 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 have crowed and their wings so wide
It's you must come to my 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 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 lady's door and 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 fiddled and he played for a 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 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 a coal did glow
"Ragged are your stockings, love, and is your cheek and chin
And tousled is yellow hair that I saw yestereve"
"These belong to my boy Tom, they were 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 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 you there so loud?
There's not a cock in all this but has clapped 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 when he 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 back 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 since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, "Tom, my boy, come here to me"
He hung him from his own gatepost, as a willow tree