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 feel glad.

She it was her brother John,
from the cane;
But who it be but Lord Henry,
Just from his hunting.

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And all night 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 merry lands,
That I love better than you."

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an hour or
For the best doctors in Mulveren Town,
soon be in their care."

"O live, O live, how can I live,
How can I you see,
When l can feel my own blood,
trinkling o'er my knee?"

She called her waiting maids her
To view his 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 him in the cold, dark well,
Which was both and deep

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

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

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

"I won't come down, I shan't 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,
notes no more you'd sing."

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