Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young sat in a tower high
And she's as as a milk white swan
she saw a shadow on the plain
Come her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a of ravens in the air,
Or a black army with a silver
And a ragged man them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in your yard
And bid adieu to flowers so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I fear they're to take you away."
In there come Prince Heathen then,
"Good day to you.
And where l find that sweet little bride
With her as soft as morning dew?"
Young locked her bower door
But his men soon made the spring
And in there come Prince Heathen
And to her a gay gold ring.
Back at him the ring she
She cries "Of you I no fear.
I'll call you seven times
Rather call you husband dear."
He swore then, by her hair,
make her weep and call him dear.
He's her in his two dark arms,
And her on the cold stone floor.
And when he set her again,
Her from her he's ta'en:
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her in a cabin of stone
Where forty did hang thereto.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, my lady of the salt, salt meat,
And vinegar for her brew,
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
Prince down from the mountains came
Where he'd been hunting with his men.
He came this fair young maid
All in the prison she is laid.
"A drink, a drink, Heathen" she said.
"Even if it's from the well pool."
"Never a drink! Will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
taken her by her yellow hair,
And it to his horse's tail.
He's dragged her through the bushes and
grow so thick all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen" she
"Already the has filled me shoe".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He stirrups and on he flew,
And her body he's harrowed the road.
Her skirt in tatters tore,
Her silken was spattered with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Heathen," she says
"For the it sorely hurts my knee".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He stirrups and on he flew.
He's dragged her through the and thorns.
Young Margaret gave a cry,
And there had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I me sweet little babe
as I've nothing to roll him in?"
He give to her his blanket
"That'll roll him cheek to chin".
As she the blanket from his hand
Tears her cheeks they trickling run.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own son;
blanket's too rough to roll him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met such as you!"
He "Go wash my baby in the milk,
And dress my lady in the
When hearts are breaking, hands bow,
And well I my lady now".
She says "When violets bloom on the
And roses on the kitchen floor,
then that I'll return again
And be your forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd refurbished ancient Child ballad. The
chilling tension of the song stems from the be-
stark physical brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Frankie
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