Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

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

I put him in a boat
And him out to sea
That he might or he might swim
But he'd come back to me

Oh rise arise Mary
and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow
night we'll go and see

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

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 I would not dee

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

Last night I washed the feet
Put the in her hair
And the only I find for this
The to be my share

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

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

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

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