Luyện nghe bài hát The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

By Robin

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

In the part of the year
men begin to gather fuel against the
coming
hear hoover ring hard on frosty
begins our

for centuries we lived alone high on the
herding the deer for and cheese for leather
and
humans came seldom
for we our spells held them at bay
and with gifts of wine and grain did
us

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

she is
she is snatched
through meads straying our lovely

she of the wild
she of the wild
snatched up to the saddle of the of Weir
who has his castle high a crag
a away

upon the horse of air at once we
to where Weir's castle lifts a crippled claw
into the
and taking form of minstrels brightly
we paced upon white ponies to the
and thereon
"we come to sing my lord of Weir
a song."

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

this was the way we them to the door
and sent them on way into the world
where they leap amain
till they think one thought
for all I know they may be still

while we with our own
into our
and in
fast
the door.