Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (tranditional version)

It happened on one late,
As the maid was to bed,
She a sound, a beautiful sound,
That made her feel glad.

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

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

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

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
an hour or more;
For the very best 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 waiting maids her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see here,
The you shall wear."

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

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

There was a pretty 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 knee;
Your cage be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

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

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

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