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 the worst of all
That Mary has borne a babe
To the stuart of all

Oh rise, arise Mary
Arise and to me
What thou hast done with thy wee
I saw and heard weep by

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

Oh rise arise Mary
Arise and come me
There is a in Glasgow town
This we'll go and see

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

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

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

Oh did my mother think
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 in her hair
And the only reward I find for
The to be my share

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

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

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

Last night there were Marys
Tonight there'll be but
It was Mary Beaton and Mary
And Carmichael and me