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 her heart feel glad.

She it was her brother John,
Returning the cane;
But who it be but Lord Henry,
Just 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 get down, I shan't get down,
To all night with you;
For there's a girl in the merry green lands,
That I much better than 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 doctors in Mulveren Town,
You'll soon be in care."

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

She called her waiting maids her
To view his so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see 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 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."

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

"Come down, down, my pretty parrot bird,
And sit on my right
Your 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 murdered Henry,
And you'd murder me"

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

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