Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It happened on one 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 it be but Lord Henry,
from his wild hunting.

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

"I won't get down, I get down,
To stay all night 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 held up a knife in her hand
And him heartily.

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an or more;
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 my own heart's blood,
trinkling o'er my knee?"

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

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

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

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

"Come down, come down, my pretty bird,
And sit on my right
cage shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

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

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