Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh you need not weep for me she
You not week for me
For had I not my own wee babe
This I would not dee

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

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

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

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

Oh hold tongue, my sovereign liege
And let your be
For if you'd a mind to my life
You'd never have me here

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