Luyện nghe bài hát Under Her Apron

Under Her
A pretty young all in the month of May,
gathering rushes just at the break of day,
But before she come home she had bore a son,
And she rolled him her aperon.
Well, she cried on the and she come in at the door,
And she folded in her aperon that pretty she bore,
Says her "Where you been, my pretty daughter Jane,
And what's that you got your aperon ?"
"Father, father, it's nothing," then says she,
"It's only my new gown and that's too for me,
And I was it would draggle in the dew,
So I rolled it my aperon."
In the dead of the night all were fast asleep,
This pretty little baby, oh, it to weep.
He "What little dicky bird is crying out so shrill
In the among the pretty maidens?"
"O father, father, it's nothing then," says she.
"It's a sweet little dicky that fluttered to my knee,
And l'll lay it to my breast and build for it a nest,
So it wake too early in the May morning."
In the part of the night, when all were fast asleep,
This pretty baby, oh, it begin to weep.
"Oh, what's that baby crying out so clear
In the bedroom the pretty maidens?"
"O father, father, it's nothing then" says she,
"It's just a pretty baby that someone to me.
Let it lie, let it sleep this night o' me,
And tell you its daddy in the May morning."
"Oh, was it by a man or was it by a brown,
Or was it by a ploughing-boy up and down,
That give you the stranger to with your new gown,
That you rolled up your aperon ?'
"lt's neither by a black man, it's by a brown.
I got it from a sailor boy that ploughs the main.
lt was him give me the stranger to with my new gown,
That I it underneath my aperon."
"Oh, was it in the got, or was it in the hall?
Was it in the cow-shed or up again the
I wish I had a firebrand to burn the building
you met with him on a May morning."
"It wasn't in the kitchen got, it in the hall.
It in the cow-shed nor up again the wall.
It was down by spring where them little birds do sing
I met him in the dew on a May morning."
From Folk Song in England,
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