Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

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

I put him in a boat
And him out to sea
That he sink or he might swim
But never come back to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by them come the king himself
Looked up with a eye
down, come down Mary Hamilton
Tonight you dine with me

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

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