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,
made 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 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 with you;
For there's a prettier girl in the green lands,
That I love much than you."

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

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

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

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

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

There was a parrot bird,
Sitting upon 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 your knee;
For you have Lord Henry,
And soon you'd 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 merry lands
And what I'd seen."