Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

Oh rise, arise Hamilton
Arise and to me
What thou hast done with thy wee
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 come to me

Oh rise Mary Hamilton
and come with me
There is a wedding in town
This night go and see

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

And as she rode Glasgow town
The for to see
The bailiff's wife and the wife
Cried 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 death I not dee

Oh little did my 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 I find for this
The gallows to be my

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

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

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

night there were four Marys
Tonight there'll be but
It was Mary and Mary Seton
And Mary and me