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
Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest of all

Oh rise, arise Hamilton
and tell to me
What thou done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by

I put him in a boat
And him out to sea
That he sink or he might swim
But he'd come back to me

Oh arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and come me
There is a in Glasgow town
night we'll go and see

She put not on her of black
Nor her of brown
But she put on her robes of
To ride into town

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 slain my own wee
This death I not dee

Oh did my mother think
When she cradled me
The I was to travel in
And the I was to dee

Last night I washed the feet
Put the gold in her
And the only I find for this
The to be my share

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 the king himself
Looked up with a eye
Come down, down Mary Hamilton
you will dine with me

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

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