Luyện nghe bài hát Five Carlins

Five
(Robert Burns)
was five carlins in the South,
They fell a scheme,
To send a lad to town,
To bring tidings hame.
Not only them tidings hame,
But do their there;
And gowd and honor baith
Might be laddie's share.
There was Maggie by the o Nith,
A dame wi pride
And o' the Monie Lochs,
A auld and teugh.
And Bess of Annandale,
dwelt near Solway-side;
And Brandy Jean, that her gill,
In sae wide.
And Joan, frae Crichton-Peel,
0' gipsy an kin:
wighter carlins were na found
The South within.
To send a lad to town,
met upon a day;
And monie a knight, and a laird,
errand fain wad gae.
0, a knight, and monie a laird,
errand ain wad gae;
But nae ane could their please,
0, a ane but tway!
The ane was a belted Knight,
Bred of a Border
And he wad gae to Town,
nae man him withstand.
And he wad do errands weel,
And meikle he wad
And ilka ane at London
Wad bid to him Guid-day.
The neist cam in a youth
And wi' modest grace;
And he wad gang to Town,
If sae their was
He wad na hecht courtly gifts,
Nor meikle pretend;
But he wad hecht an heart
Wad ne'er his friend.-
Now wham to chuse, and refuse,
At thir Carlins fell;
For had Gentle Folk to please,
And some wad themsel.-
Then up mim-mou'd Meg o'Nith,
And she up wi'pride,
And she wad send the
Whatever betide.-
For the Auld Gudeman Court,
She care a pin;
But she wad the Sodger-lad,
To greet his son.-
Then started of Annandale,
A aith she's taen,
That she wad the Border-knight,
Tho' she vote her lane.-
'For far-off fowls hae fair,
'And fools o' are fain;
I hae try'd this Border-knight,
try him yet again.
Says black Jan Crighton-peel,
A Carlin stoor and
"The Gudeman, or the Young Gudeman,
For me may or swim."
"For will prate o' Right and Wrang,
While knaves laugh them to
But the friends hae blawn the best,
So he bear the horn."
Then Jean spak o'er her drink,
Ye ken, kimmers a',
The Gudeman o'. London Court,
His been at the wa':
And mony a friend kiss'd his caup,
Is now a wight;
But ne'er be sae wi' Brandy Jean,
send the Border-knight.'
Then slaw Marjory o' the lochs,
And wrinkled was her
Her ancient was russet-grey,
Her Scots heart was true.-
There's some Folk set light by me,
I set as light by
But I will send to town
Whom I best at hame.'-
So how this weighty may end,
Nae mortal can tell:
God the king, and ilka man,
May weel to themsel.-
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