Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (tranditional version)

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

She thought it was her John,
from the cane;
But who it be but Lord Henry,
Just from his 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 you;
For there's a prettier girl in the green lands,
That I much better than you."

As he leaned o'er his steed
And gave 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 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 finest you wear."

Some took him by his 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 flesh off your bones!
That prettier in the merry green lands,
Shall mourn for return."

There was a pretty bird,
Sitting upon a limb,
Saying, "You Lord Henry,
And in the well 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 wish I had my bow,
My arrow and my
I'd pierce a dart so close heart,
Those notes no more sing."

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