Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Maid, The

It was on a fine morning
The birds sweetly on each bough
And as I out for my pleasure
I saw a maid a cow

Her voice was so enchanting,
me quite unable to go
My heart, it was loaded sorrow
For the maid milking her cow

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

"I'm not such a rare precious
That I should you so
I am but a poor little girl,"
Says the pretty milking her cow

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

Oh, had I the Lamp of
Or the wealth that mines can bestow
I'd rather be in a cottage
With the girl milking her cow.