Luyện nghe bài hát The Flowers Of The Forest

THE OF THE FOREST
I've hear liltin', at the ewe milkin,'
Lasses a-liltin' dawn of day.
Now there's a moanin', on ilka loanin'.
The flowers of the forest are a' away.
As in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',
Lasses are lonely and 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',
stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
But ilk sits drearie, lamentin' her dearie,
The flowers of the forest are a' 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 flowers of the are a' wede away.
Dool for the order sent our to the Border,
the English for ance by 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 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 MacColl & Lloyd & Ballads of Scottish Wars
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