Luyện nghe bài hát The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

By Williamson

Robin Williamson: Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, jew's harp, bazooki, and vocal.

In the third of the year
when men to gather fuel against the
coming
hear hoover ring on frosty ground
our song

for we lived alone high on the moors
herding the deer for milk and for leather
and
humans seldom nigh
for we with our spells them at bay
and they with gifts of and grain did
us

returning at evening from the mountains
out red hoods ring bells lightly we run
until before our own green
there we did

she is
she is away
through meads straying our lovely

she of the eyes
she of the hair
snatched up to the saddle of the lord of
who has his castle high upon a
a away

upon the of air at once we rode
to where Weir's castle like a crippled claw
into the
and taking form of minstrels clad
we upon white ponies to the gate
and rang
"we to sing unto my lord of Weir
a song."

into his sorry hall we
where was our daughter bound near his
"come a measure!"
"sir at we will!"
and we began to sing and
to lightly in rings and faster turn
no man within that hall could his seat
but needs must and leap
against his

this was the way we danced to the door
and sent them on their way into the
they will leap amain
till they think one kind
for all I know they may be dancing

we returned with our own
into our
and in
made
the door.