Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Margaret sat in a tower high
And she's as pale as a milk white
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 man amongst them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in your little
And bid to your flowers so gay.
For yonder comes Heathen's men
And I fear coming to take you away."
In there come Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where will l find sweet little bride
With her hands as as morning dew?"
Margaret locked her bower door
But his men soon the hinges spring
And in there come Heathen then
And give to her a gay ring.
Back at him the she flung
She "Of you I have no fear.
I'll you wolf-hound seven times
Rather then you husband dear."
He swore then, by her hair,
He'd make her and call him dear.
taken her in his two dark arms,
And her on the cold stone floor.
And when he set her again,
Her maidenhead from her he's
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her in a cabin of stone
Where locks did hang thereto.
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, give my lady of the salt, meat,
And bitter for her brew,
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince Heathen from the mountains came
Where he'd been with his armoured men.
He came unto this young maid
All in the where 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 through the bushes and
That grow so thick all on the
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen" she says
"Already the blood has me shoe".
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He shortened and on he flew,
And with her body harrowed the road.
Her silken in tatters tore,
Her silken blouse was spattered blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen," she says
"For the road it hurts my knee".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He shortened and on he flew.
He's dragged her through the and thorns.
Young 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 him from cheek to chin".
As she took the blanket from his
Tears down her cheeks they run.
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm for me own little son;
Your blanket's too to roll him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met such 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 roses on the kitchen floor,
It's then that return again
And be bride forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd this ancient Child ballad. The
chilling of the song stems from the juxtaposition be-
tween stark physical brutality and complexity.
Recorded by Frankie
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