Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young sat in a tower high
And as pale as a milk white swan
she saw a shadow on the plain
Come her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a flight of in the air,
Or a army with a silver flag
And a ragged man amongst there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in little yard
And bid adieu to your so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I fear they're coming to you away."
In there come Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where will l that sweet little bride
With her as soft as morning dew?"
Young Margaret locked her bower
But his men soon the hinges spring
And in there Prince Heathen then
And to her a gay gold ring.
Back at him the ring she
She cries "Of you I no fear.
I'll call you seven times
Rather then call you dear."
He then, by her yellow hair,
make her weep and call him dear.
He's her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the stone floor.
And he set her free again,
Her maidenhead from her ta'en:
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
cast her down in a cabin of stone
Where forty did hang thereto.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, give my lady of the salt, meat,
And vinegar for her brew,
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince Heathen down from the mountains
Where he'd been with his armoured men.
He unto this fair young maid
All in the prison she is laid.
"A drink, a drink, Heathen" she said.
"Even if it's the muddy well pool."
"Never a drink! Will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He's taken her by her hair,
And tied it to his tail.
He's dragged her the bushes and briars
grow so thick all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen" she says
"Already the has filled me shoe".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He stirrups and on he flew,
And with her body he's the road.
Her silken in tatters tore,
Her silken blouse was with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen," she says
"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 the briar and thorns.
Margaret gave a pitiful cry,
And she's had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me little babe
Seeing as I've to roll him in?"
He give to her his blanket
"That'll roll him cheek to chin".
As she took the blanket his hand
Tears down her cheeks they run.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own son;
Your blanket's too to roll him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That I met such rogues as you!"
He "Go wash my baby in the milk,
And dress my in the silk;
When hearts are breaking, must bow,
And well I my lady now".
She "When violets bloom on the window-pane
And grow on the kitchen floor,
It's then I'll return again
And be your forevermore".
#104
A. L. Lloyd refurbished this ancient ballad. The
chilling tension of the stems from the juxtaposition be-
tween stark physical brutality and complexity.
Recorded by Frankie
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