Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the
And word is up to the queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary has borne a babe
To the highest of all

Oh rise, Mary Hamilton
Arise and to me
What thou hast done with thy wee
I saw and weep by thee

I put him in a tiny
And him out to sea
That he might sink or he swim
But never come back to me

Oh rise Mary Hamilton
Arise and come me
There is a wedding in Glasgow
This we'll go and see

She put not on her robes of
Nor her robes of
But she put on her robes of
To ride Glasgow town

And as she rode Glasgow town
The for to see
The bailiff's wife and the wife
Cried and alas for thee

Oh you need not for me she cried
You not week for me
For had I not slain my own wee
This I would not dee

Oh little did my mother
When she cradled me
The lands I was to in
And the I was to dee

Last night I washed the feet
Put the gold in her
And the only reward I find for
The gallows to be my

off, cast off my gown, she cried
But let my be
And tie a napkin round my
The gallows, I not see

Then by them come the himself
Looked up with a eye
Come down, come down Mary
Tonight you will with me

Oh hold your tongue, my liege
And let your be
For if you'd a to save my life
You'd have shamed me here

Last night there were Marys
there'll be but three
It was Beaton and Mary Seton
And Carmichael and me