Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

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

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

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And stay all with me;
For the very best in Mulveren Town,
The best give 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 love better than you."

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
an hour or more;
For the very best doctors in 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,
trinkling o'er my knee?"

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

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

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

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

"Come down, come down, my parrot bird,
And sit on my knee;
cage shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

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

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

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