Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

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

She it was her brother 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 lodging in Mulveren Town,
The best I'll to thee."

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

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
an hour or more;
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,
l can feel my own heart's blood,
Come trinkling my knee?"

She called her maids unto her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this you see around here,
The you shall wear."

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

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

There was a 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 shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

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

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

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