Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

Oh rise, arise Mary
and tell 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 sink or he might swim
But he'd come back to me

Oh rise arise Mary
Arise and with me
There is a in Glasgow town
This night 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 Glasgow town
The for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's
Cried and alas for thee

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

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

night I washed the queen's feet
Put the in her hair
And the only reward I find for
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, come Mary Hamilton
Tonight you will dine me

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

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