Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young sat in a tower high
And she's as as a milk white swan
When she saw a on the plain
betwixt her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a flight of in the air,
Or a black army a silver flag
And a man amongst them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in your little
And bid to your flowers so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I they're coming to take you away."
In come Prince Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And will l find that sweet little bride
her hands as soft as morning dew?"
Young locked her bower door
But his men soon made the spring
And in there come Heathen then
And to her a gay gold ring.
at him the ring she flung
She "Of you I have no fear.
I'll call you seven times
Rather then call you dear."
He then, by her yellow hair,
He'd make her weep and him dear.
He's her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the cold 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."
He's cast her down in a of stone
Where forty locks did thereto.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, my lady of the salt, salt meat,
And bitter 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 hunting with his armoured men.
He came this fair young maid
All in the where she is laid.
"A drink, a drink, Heathen" she said.
"Even if it's from the muddy pool."
"Never a drink! Will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He's taken her by her hair,
And it to his horse's tail.
He's her through the bushes and briars
That grow so thick all on the
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen" she says
"Already the has filled me shoe".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep 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 was spattered with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she
"For the it sorely hurts my knee".
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He shortened and on he flew.
He's her through the briar and thorns.
Young gave a pitiful cry,
And she's had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me sweet little
as I've nothing to roll him in?"
He give to her his blanket
"That'll him from cheek to chin".
As she took the blanket 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 I met such rogues as you!"
He "Go wash my baby in the milk,
And my lady in the silk;
When hearts are breaking, hands bow,
And well I love my now".
She says "When violets on the window-pane
And grow on the kitchen floor,
It's then that I'll again
And be bride forevermore".
#104
A. L. refurbished this ancient Child ballad. The
chilling tension of the song from the juxtaposition be-
tween physical brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Armstrong
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