Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

Mary
trad.
Word is to the kitchen and word is to the hall,
And word is up to Madam the Queen and that is the of all.
That Mary born a child, to the highest Stuart of all.
"Arise,arise Mary Hamilton, and tell to me,
What hast thou done with thy wee baby I heard and I saw by thee ?"
"I put him in a tiny boat, and him out to sea,
That he might sink or he swim, but he'd never come back to me."
"Arise, arise Mary Hamilton, and come with me;
is a wedding in Glasgow town, this night we'll go and see."
She put not on her of black nor her robes of brown.
But she put on her of white,to ride into Glasgow town.
And as she rode Glasgow town the city for to see,
The baliff's and the provosts wife cried "ach and alas for thee."
"Ah you need not weep for me," she cried,"you not weep for me.
For had I not my own wee babe this night I would not die."
"Ah did my mother think when first she cradled me,
The I was to travel to and the death I was to die."
"Last night I washed the Queen's and put the gold in her hair,
And the only I find for this is the gallows to be my share."
"Cast off,cast off my gown," she cried,"but let my be,
And tie a 'round my face;The gallows I would not see."
Then by and by the King himself, looked up with a pitiful eye,
"Come down, down Mary Hamilton, Tonight, you'll dine with me."
"Ah hold your tongue, my leige, and let your folly be;
For if you'd a mind to save my life, you'd never shamed me here."
"Last night there were four Marys,tonight be but three.
There was Mary Beaton and Mary and Mary Carmichael and Me."