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 begin to gather against the
coming
hear hoover ring on frosty ground
begins our

for centuries we lived high on the moors
herding the deer for and cheese for leather
and
humans 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 ring with bells lightly we run
until before our own green
we did stand

she is
she is away
through watery meads our lovely

she of the wild
she of the wild
snatched up to the of the lord of Weir
who has his high upon a crag
a league

upon the horse of air at we rode
to where Weir's castle lifts like a claw
the moon
and taking form of minstrels clad
we paced white ponies to the gate
and rang
"we come to sing unto my of Weir
a song."

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

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

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