Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

Word is to the gone, and word is to the hall
And word is up to madam the queen, and that's the of all
Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the stuart of all

Oh rise, arise Hamilton
and tell to me
What hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard by thee

I put him in a boat
And him out to sea
he might sink or he might swim
But he'd never come to me

Oh rise Mary Hamilton
Arise and with me
There is a wedding in town
This we'll go and see

She put not on her of black
Nor her of brown
But she put on her of white
To ride into Glasgow

And as she into Glasgow town
The for to see
The wife and the provost's wife
alack and alas for thee

Oh you need not for me she cried
You not week for me
For had I not slain my own wee
This death I not dee

Oh did my mother think
first she cradled me
The lands I was to in
And the I was to dee

Last night I the queen's feet
Put the gold in her
And the only reward I find for
The to be my share

off, cast off my gown, she cried
But let my be
And tie a napkin round my
The gallows, I not see

Then by them the king himself
Looked up with a eye
Come down, come down Hamilton
Tonight you will with me

Oh your tongue, my sovereign liege
And let folly be
For if a mind to save my life
You'd never have shamed me

Last night there four Marys
Tonight be but three
It was Mary and Mary Seton
And Mary and me