Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It on one evening late,
As the maid was to bed,
She a sound, a beautiful sound,
That made her heart glad.

She thought it was her John,
Returning from the
But who should it be but Henry,
from his wild hunting.

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And stay all with me;
For the very best in Mulveren Town,
The best I'll to thee."

"I won't get down, I get down,
To stay all night with
For there's a prettier in the merry green lands,
That I much better than you."

As he leaned o'er his steed
And gave her three,
She held up a knife in her hand
And him heartily.

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an hour or
For the best doctors in Mulveren Town,
You'll be in their care."

"O live, O live, how can I live,
How can I you see,
When l can feel my own blood,
Come trinkling my knee?"

She called her waiting unto her
To view his so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see here,
The you shall wear."

Some him by his curly locks,
by his hands and feet,
And threw him in the cold, well,
Which was both and deep

"Lie there, lie there, Henry,
Till the flesh off your bones!
That prettier girl in the merry lands,
Shall mourn for return."

was a pretty parrot bird,
Sitting high a limb,
Saying, "You Lord Henry,
And in the threw him."

"Come down, come down, my parrot bird,
And sit on my right
Your cage be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

"I won't down, I shan't come down,
To sit on your knee;
For you murdered Lord Henry,
And soon murder me"

"I wish I had my bow,
My arrow and my
I'd a dart so close your heart,
notes no more you'd sing."

"O if you had your bow,
arrow and your string,
I'd take my flight to the merry green
And what I'd seen."