Luyện nghe bài hát The Flowers Of The Forest

THE OF THE FOREST
hear them liltin', at the ewe milkin,'
Lasses a-liltin' before 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',
Lasses are and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but and sobbin',
Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and her away.
At in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin',
'Bout 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 shearin' nae youths now are
are runkled, and lyart, or grey.
At or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin',
The flowers of the are a' wede away.
Dool for the order our lads to the Border,
the English for by guile wan the day.
The flowers of the forest, that aye the foremost,
The prime of our land lie in the clay.
hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin',
Women and bairns are and wae.
Sighin' and on ilka green loanin',
The of the forest are all wede away.
recorded by Hickerson on Care II
and MacColl & Lloyd & Ballads of Scottish Wars
FLWRSFOR
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sondra stigen, 1984
DC
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