Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the
And word is up to madam the queen, and the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a
To the highest of all

Oh rise, Mary Hamilton
and tell to me
What thou done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by

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

Oh rise Mary Hamilton
and come with me
There is a wedding in town
This night go and see

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then by them the king himself
up with a pitiful eye
Come down, come down Mary
Tonight you will dine me

Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign
And let folly be
For if you'd a to save my life
You'd have shamed me here

night there were four Marys
Tonight be but three
It was Mary Beaton and Mary
And Mary and me