Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young sat in a tower high
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 a silver flag
And a ragged man them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in little yard
And bid to your flowers so gay.
For yonder comes Prince men
And I fear they're to take you away."
In there Prince Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where 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 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 you wolf-hound seven times
Rather then call you 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 ta'en:
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He's her down in a cabin of stone
Where locks did hang 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, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince down from the mountains came
he'd been hunting with his armoured men.
He came unto this 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 it to his horse's tail.
dragged 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 her body he's harrowed the road.
Her skirt in tatters tore,
Her silken blouse was spattered blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she
"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 Margaret a pitiful cry,
And she's had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me sweet little
Seeing as I've nothing to him in?"
He give to her his saddle
"That'll him from cheek to chin".
As she the blanket from his hand
Tears her cheeks they trickling run.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm for me own little son;
blanket's too rough to roll him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met rogues as you!"
He says "Go my baby in the milk,
And dress my lady in the
When are breaking, hands must bow,
And well I my lady now".
She says "When bloom on the window-pane
And roses on the kitchen floor,
It's then that I'll return
And be your forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd refurbished this Child ballad. The
chilling tension of the song stems the juxtaposition be-
tween stark physical brutality and complexity.
Recorded by Armstrong
PRINHEAT
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