Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Margaret sat in a tower high
And she's as pale as a milk 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 yard
And bid adieu to flowers so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I fear they're coming to you away."
In come Prince Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where will l find sweet little bride
her hands as soft as morning dew?"
Young locked her bower door
But his men made the hinges spring
And in there Prince Heathen then
And to her a gay gold ring.
Back at him the ring she
She "Of you I have no fear.
I'll call you seven times
Rather then call you dear."
He swore then, by her hair,
He'd make her and call him dear.
He's her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the cold 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 forty locks did 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 down the mountains came
Where been hunting with his armoured men.
He came unto this fair young
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! you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He's her by her yellow hair,
And tied it to his tail.
dragged her through the bushes and briars
That so thick all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen" she says
"Already the has filled me shoe".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He shortened and on he flew,
And with her body he's the road.
Her silken skirt in tore,
Her silken blouse was with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she
"For the it sorely 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 the briar and thorns.
Young gave a pitiful cry,
And there she's had her babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me little babe
Seeing as 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
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;
Your blanket's too rough to him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met such as you!"
He says "Go wash my in the milk,
And dress my lady in the
When hearts are breaking, hands bow,
And I love my lady now".
She says "When violets on the window-pane
And grow on the kitchen floor,
It's then that I'll return
And be bride forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd refurbished ancient Child ballad. The
tension of the song stems from the juxtaposition be-
tween stark brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Armstrong
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