Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

Oh rise, arise Mary
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 might or he might swim
But he'd never back to me

Oh arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and with me
There is a wedding in town
This night 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 wife and the provost's wife
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
This death I not dee

Oh little did my mother
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 gallows to be my

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 himself
Looked up with a eye
Come down, come Mary Hamilton
Tonight you dine with me

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

Last night there were four
there'll be but three
It was Mary and Mary Seton
And Carmichael and me