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, arise Hamilton
Arise and to me
What thou hast done with thy wee
I saw and heard by thee

I put him in a tiny
And him out to sea
he might sink or he might swim
But he'd never back to me

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

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

And as she rode Glasgow town
The for to see
The bailiff's wife and the wife
Cried alack and for thee

Oh you need not for me she cried
You need not for me
For had I not slain my own wee
This death I not dee

Oh little did my mother
When first she 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 himself
Looked up with a eye
down, come down Mary Hamilton
Tonight you will with me

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

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