Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

off, cast 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 a pitiful eye
Come down, down Mary Hamilton
Tonight you dine with me

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

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