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 the worst of all
Mary 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 heard weep by

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

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

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

And as she rode into 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 need not for me
For had I not slain my own wee
This I would not dee

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

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

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

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

Oh your tongue, my sovereign liege
And let folly be
For if a mind to save my life
never have shamed me here

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