Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (tranditional version)

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

She it was her brother John,
Returning from the
But who should it be but Henry,
Just 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 get down, I shan't get down,
To all night with you;
For a prettier girl in the merry green lands,
That I love much better you."

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an 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,
When l can my own heart's blood,
trinkling o'er my knee?"

She called her waiting maids her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this 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 and deep

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

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

"Come down, come down, my pretty bird,
And sit on my knee;
cage shall be the finest 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 you'd murder me"

"I wish I had my bow,
My and my string;
I'd pierce a dart so close heart,
Those no more you'd sing."

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