Luyện nghe bài hát The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

By Williamson

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

In the third part of the
when men begin to fuel against the
coming
hear hoover ring hard on ground
our song

for we lived alone high on the moors
herding the deer for and cheese for leather
and
came seldom nigh
for we with our held them at bay
and they with gifts of wine and did
us

returning at evening the great mountains
out red hoods with bells lightly we run
until before our own hill
there we did

she is
she is snatched
through watery meads straying our

she of the wild
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 castle lifts like a crippled claw
the moon
and taking of minstrels brightly clad
we paced upon white to the gate
and rang
"we come to sing unto my lord of
a song."

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

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

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