Luyện nghe bài hát The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

By Robin

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 ring hard on frosty ground
our song

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

returning at evening from the great
out red ring with bells lightly we run
until before our own green
we did stand

she is
she is away
through watery straying our lovely

she of the wild
she of the wild
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 lifts like a crippled claw
into the
and taking form of brightly clad
we paced upon white ponies to the
and thereon
"we come to sing my lord of Weir
a song."

into his sorry we stepped
was our daughter 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 that hall could keep his seat
but needs must dance and
against his

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

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