Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

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

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

Oh rise arise Mary
Arise and with me
is a wedding in Glasgow 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 into Glasgow

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

Oh little did my think
first she cradled 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 only reward I for this
The gallows to be my

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

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

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

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