Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It happened on one late,
As the was going to bed,
She heard a sound, a sound,
That made her heart glad.

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

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And all night with me;
For the best lodging in Mulveren Town,
The best give to thee."

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

As he o'er his milk-white steed
And gave her three,
She held up a in her right hand
And him heartily.

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an or more;
For the very best doctors in Town,
soon 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 maids unto her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all finery you see around here,
The you shall wear."

Some took him by his 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 in the merry green lands,
mourn for your return."

There was a pretty 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 knee;
Your cage shall be the gold,
And the of ivory."

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

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

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