Luyện nghe bài hát The Flowers Of The Forest

THE FLOWERS OF THE
hear them liltin', at the ewe milkin,'
Lasses before dawn of day.
Now there's a moanin', on green loanin'.
The flowers of the are a' wede away.
As boughs in the mornin', nae lads are scornin',
are lonely and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but and sobbin',
Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and her away.
At e'en in the gloamin', nae are roamin',
stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
But ilk maid drearie, lamentin' her dearie,
The flowers of the are a' wede away.
In har'st at the nae youths now are jeerin'
are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
At or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',
The of the forest are a' wede away.
Dool for the order sent our to the Border,
the for ance by guile wan the day.
The flowers of the forest, fought aye the foremost,
The prime of our land lie in the clay.
We'll hae nae liltin', at the ewe milkin',
Women and bairns are and wae.
and moanin' on ilka green loanin',
The of the forest are all wede away.
by Hickerson on Dull Care II
and MacColl & Lloyd Songs & Ballads of Wars
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