Luyện nghe bài hát Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe

MAID OF THE SWEET KNOWE
Come all ye and lasses, and hear my mournful tale,
Ye tender hearts that weep for love to sigh you not fail,
'Tis all a young man, and my song will tell you how
He lately came a-courtin' of the Maid of the Brown Knowe.
Said he, "My pretty fair maid, could you and I agree,
To join our hands in wedlock bands, and we will be;
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands, and have my plighted vow,
That I'll do my whole endeavors for the Maid of the Brown Knowe.
Now this and pretty fickle thing, she knew not what to say,
Her eyes did shine silver bright, and merrily did play;
Says she, "Young man, your love subdue, I am not now,
And I'll spend season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
"Oh," he, "My pretty young fair maid, now why do you say so?
Look down in yonder valley where my crops do grow.
Look down in yonder valley at my and my plough,
All at daily labor for the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe."
"If they're at daily labor, kind sir, it is not for me.
heard of your behavior, I have, kind sir, " said she;
"There is an inn where you drop in, I've heard the say,
Where you rap and you call and you pay for all, and go by the break of
day."
"If I rap and I and I pay for all, my money is all my own.
I've spent aught of your fortune, for I hear that you've got none.
You thought you had my heart broke 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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