Luyện nghe bài hát The Flowers Of The Forest

THE FLOWERS OF THE
I've them liltin', at the ewe milkin,'
a-liltin' before dawn of day.
Now a moanin', on ilka green loanin'.
The of the forest are a' wede away.
As in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',
Lasses are and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but and sobbin',
Ilk ane her leglin, and hies her away.
At e'en in the gloamin', nae are roamin',
'Bout stacks wi' the at bogle to play.
But ilk sits drearie, lamentin' her dearie,
The flowers of the forest are a' away.
In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are
are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
At or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',
The flowers of the forest are a' away.
for the order sent our lads to the Border,
the English for by guile wan the day.
The flowers of the forest, fought aye the foremost,
The of our land lie cauld in the clay.
hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin',
Women and are heartless and wae.
Sighin' and moanin' on green loanin',
The flowers of the forest are all away.
by Hickerson on Dull Care II
and & Lloyd Songs & Ballads of Scottish Wars
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