Luyện nghe bài hát Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe

MAID OF THE BROWN KNOWE
Come all ye lads and lasses, and my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts that for love to sigh you will not fail,
'Tis all a young man, and my song will tell you how
He lately a-courtin' of the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Said he, "My pretty young fair maid, you and I agree,
To join our hands in wedlock bands, and married we be;
We'll join our in wedlock bands, and you'll have my plighted vow,
That I'll do my whole endeavors for the of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Now this young and fickle thing, she knew not what to say,
Her eyes did shine silver bright, and merrily did play;
Says she, "Young man, your subdue, I am not ready now,
And I'll another season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
"Oh," he, "My pretty young fair maid, now why do you say so?
Look in yonder valley where my verdant crops do grow.
Look down in valley at my horses and my plough,
All at their daily labor for the Maid of the Sweet Knowe."
"If they're at their daily labor, sir, it is not for me.
I've heard of your behavior, I have, kind sir, " she;
"There is an inn where you drop in, I've heard the say,
you rap and you call and you pay for all, and go home by the break of
day."
"If I rap and I call and I pay for all, my is all my own.
I've never aught of your fortune, for I hear that you've got none.
You thought you had my poor heart in talkin' to you now,
But I'll you where I found you, at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
Recorded by Burl Ives and several
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