Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young Margaret sat in a tower
And she's as as a milk white swan
When she saw a shadow on the
Come her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a of ravens in the air,
Or a black army with a 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 that sweet little
her hands as soft as morning dew?"
Young Margaret locked her bower
But his men made the hinges spring
And in there come Heathen then
And give to her a gay ring.
Back at him the ring she
She cries "Of you I no fear.
I'll call you wolf-hound times
then call you husband dear."
He then, by her yellow hair,
He'd make her weep and him dear.
taken her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the stone floor.
And he set her free again,
Her maidenhead her he's ta'en:
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her in a cabin of stone
Where forty locks did thereto.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, my lady of the salt, salt meat,
And vinegar for her brew,
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince down from the mountains came
Where he'd been with his armoured men.
He came unto fair young maid
All in the prison 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 her by her yellow hair,
And tied it to his tail.
He's her through the bushes and briars
grow so thick all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen" she
"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 harrowed the road.
Her silken skirt in tore,
Her silken was spattered with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen," she says
"For the road it hurts my knee".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He stirrups and on he flew.
dragged her through the briar and thorns.
Young gave a pitiful cry,
And she's had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I me sweet little babe
as I've nothing to roll him in?"
He give to her his blanket
"That'll roll him from to chin".
As she took the from his hand
down her cheeks they trickling 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 ever I met 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 says "When violets bloom on the
And roses grow on the floor,
It's then that I'll again
And be your forevermore".
Child
A. L. refurbished this ancient Child ballad. The
chilling of the song stems from the juxtaposition be-
tween stark physical brutality and complexity.
by Frankie Armstrong
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