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 that's the of all
That Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest of all

Oh rise, arise Hamilton
Arise and to me
What thou hast with thy wee babe
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 he'd never come to me

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

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

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

Oh you need not for me she cried
You need not for me
For had I not my own wee babe
This death I not dee

Oh did my mother think
first 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 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, come down Mary
you will dine with me

Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign
And let folly be
For if you'd a to save my life
You'd have shamed me here

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