Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Maid, The

It was on a fine summer's
The birds tune on each bough
And as I walked out for my
I saw a maid a cow

Her voice was so enchanting,
Left me unable to go
My heart, it was with sorrow
For the pretty maid her cow

Then to her I my advances
"Good morrow most beautiful
beauty my heart so entrances"
"Pray sir do not banter," she

"I'm not such a rare jewel
That I enamour you so
I am but a poor little girl,"
the pretty maid milking her cow

The Indies no such jewel
So bright, so transparently
I do not add to my funeral
Consent but to me my dear

Oh, had I the Lamp of
Or the wealth that gold can bestow
I'd be poor in a cottage
With the pretty girl her cow.