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 on the plain
Come her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a flight of in the air,
Or a black with a silver flag
And a ragged man them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in your yard
And bid adieu to your so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I fear they're to take you away."
In there come Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where will l find that sweet bride
With her hands as as morning dew?"
Young Margaret locked her bower
But his men soon made the hinges
And in come Prince Heathen then
And to her a gay gold ring.
Back at him the ring she
She cries "Of you I no fear.
I'll call you wolf-hound seven
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 laid her on the stone floor.
And he set her free again,
Her maidenhead from her he's
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her down in a 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, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince Heathen down the mountains came
Where he'd 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 well pool."
"Never a drink! you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
taken her by her yellow hair,
And tied it to his tail.
He's her through 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 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 it sorely hurts 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 a pitiful cry,
And there she's had her babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me little babe
Seeing as I've nothing to him in?"
He give to her his blanket
"That'll roll him cheek to chin".
As she took the blanket his hand
Tears down her 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 wash my in the milk,
And my lady in the silk;
When are breaking, hands must bow,
And well I love my now".
She says "When violets on the window-pane
And grow on the kitchen floor,
It's then that I'll again
And be bride forevermore".
#104
A. L. Lloyd refurbished this ancient ballad. The
chilling tension of the song stems from the be-
tween stark brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Armstrong
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