Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young Margaret sat in a tower
And as pale as a milk white swan
When she saw a shadow on the
betwixt her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a flight of in the air,
Or a black army with a flag
And a ragged man them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in little yard
And bid adieu to flowers so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I they're coming to take you away."
In there come Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where will l find that little bride
With her hands as soft as dew?"
Margaret locked her bower door
But his men soon the hinges spring
And in come Prince Heathen then
And to her a gay gold ring.
at him the ring she flung
She cries "Of you I no fear.
I'll call you wolf-hound times
Rather call you husband dear."
He swore then, by her hair,
He'd make her weep and him dear.
He's taken her in his two arms,
And her on the cold stone floor.
And he set her free again,
Her from her he's ta'en:
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
cast her down in a cabin of stone
Where locks did hang thereto.
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, my lady of the salt, salt meat,
And bitter for her brew,
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince Heathen down the mountains came
Where he'd been hunting with his men.
He unto this fair young maid
All in the where she is laid.
"A drink, a drink, Heathen" she said.
"Even if it's from the well pool."
"Never a drink! Will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
taken her by her yellow hair,
And it to his horse's tail.
dragged her through the bushes and briars
That so thick all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen" she says
"Already the blood has me shoe".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He shortened and on he flew,
And her body he's harrowed the road.
Her silken skirt in tore,
Her blouse was spattered with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she
"For the road it hurts my knee".
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He shortened and on he flew.
He's dragged her through the and thorns.
Young Margaret gave a cry,
And there she's had her little born.
"Oh how can I wrap me little babe
as I've nothing to roll him in?"
He to her his saddle blanket
"That'll roll him from to chin".
As she the blanket from his hand
down her cheeks they trickling run.
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own little
blanket's too rough to roll him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met such as you!"
He says "Go wash my in the milk,
And dress my in the silk;
When are breaking, hands must bow,
And I love my lady now".
She says "When bloom on the window-pane
And roses on the kitchen floor,
It's then that return again
And be bride forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd refurbished this Child ballad. The
chilling tension of the song stems the juxtaposition be-
tween physical brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Frankie
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