Luyện nghe bài hát Next Market Day

A maid goin' to Comber, her to larn,
To sell for her three hanks o' fine yarn.
She met with a man along the highway
Which caused this damsel to dally and stray.
"Sit ye me, I mean ye no harm.
Sit ye beside me this new to larn.
Here is guineas your Mammy to pay,
So lay by your yarn till the next day."
sat down together, the grass it was green.
The day was the that ever was seen.
"Oh the look in eye beats a mornin' o' May,
I could sit by your side till the market day."
young maid went home and the words that he said,
And the air that he played her still in her head.
She says, "I'll go find him by or by sea
he larns me that tune called The Next Market Day."