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 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 by thee

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

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

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

And as she rode into Glasgow
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 slain my own wee
death I would not dee

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

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

off, cast off my gown, she cried
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, come down Hamilton
you will dine with me

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

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