Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young Margaret sat in a high
And she's as pale as a milk white
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 army with a silver flag
And a ragged man amongst there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in your little
And bid to your flowers so gay.
For yonder comes Prince men
And I fear they're coming to you away."
In there come Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where l find that sweet little bride
With her hands as as morning dew?"
Young Margaret locked her door
But his men soon made the hinges
And in come Prince 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 call you husband dear."
He then, by her yellow hair,
He'd her weep 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, 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, 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, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince Heathen down from the mountains
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 well 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.
He's dragged her the bushes and briars
That grow so all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen" she
"Already the has filled me shoe".
"Ha ha, maid, will 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 blouse was with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she
"For the road it sorely my knee".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He shortened and on he flew.
He's dragged her through the and thorns.
Young Margaret gave a cry,
And there had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me sweet babe
Seeing as I've to roll him in?"
He to her his saddle blanket
"That'll roll him from to chin".
As she the blanket from his hand
Tears her cheeks they trickling run.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own son;
Your blanket's too rough to him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met such as you!"
He says "Go my baby in the milk,
And my lady in the silk;
hearts are breaking, hands must bow,
And well I love my now".
She says "When bloom on the window-pane
And grow on the kitchen floor,
It's that I'll return again
And be your forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd this ancient Child ballad. The
chilling tension of the song stems from the be-
tween stark brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Frankie
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