Luyện nghe bài hát The Banks Of Sweet Dundee

There was a fair young lady so lately been told
She lived with her uncle, the of all her woes;
Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite
And in her uncle's garden their love did tell.

So early one this old man he arose
And at Mollie's room he hastened on his clothes,
Saying, " Arise you handsome female, and married you be
For the squire is a-waiting on the banks of Dundee.

"A fig to all your squires, to lord and likewise,
For William like diamonds a-glittering in my eyes."
"You never shall Willie, nor happy shall you be
For I mean to banish Willie from the of sweet Dundee."

The first crowd came on when he was all alone,
He fought full for his liberty, but there were eight to one;
"Pray kill me now," Willie, "Pray kill me now," says he
"For I'd rather die for Mollie on the of sweet Dundee."

As Mollie was walking, for her love
She meets the wealthy squire, all in her grove.
"Stand off, stand off!" says Mollie, "Stand off, you man," she,
"For I'd rather die for Willie on the banks of Dundee."

He threw his arms her and crushed her to the ground,
There she two pistols and a sword beneath his morning-gown;
The pistols she slyly, and the sword she used free
She shot and killed the on the banks of sweet Dundee.

Her uncle overheard them, come hastening to the
Saying, "You've killed the wealthy squire, prepare for death-blow,"
"Stand off, off!" says Mollie, "Stand off, you man, says she,"
So the trigger drew and her uncle slew on the of sweet Dundee.

The doctor being sent for, he knew they were killed
Also there came a to write the old man's will.
He his gold to Mollie, because she fought so free
Then closed his eyes to write no more on the of sweet Dundee