Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

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

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

Oh rise arise Mary
Arise and with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow
This night go and see

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

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

Oh you need not weep for me she
You not week for me
For had I not slain my own wee
death I would not dee

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

Last I washed the queen's feet
Put the in her hair
And the only I find for this
The to be my share

Cast off, cast off my gown, she
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
Come down, come down Mary
you will dine with me

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

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