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,
from the cane;
But who should it be but Henry,
from his wild hunting.

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

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

As he leaned his milk-white steed
And kisses her three,
She up a knife in her right hand
And him heartily.

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

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

She called her waiting maids her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see here,
The finest you wear."

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

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

There was a pretty bird,
high upon a limb,
Saying, "You Lord Henry,
And in the well 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 have murdered Henry,
And soon murder me"

"I wish I had my bow,
My and my string;
I'd pierce a dart so your heart,
Those notes no you'd sing."

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