Luyện nghe bài hát Prince Heathen

Prince
Young sat in a tower high
And as pale as a milk white swan
When she saw a on the plain
Come her and the sun.
"Oh, mother, is it a
Or a of ravens in the air,
Or a army with a silver flag
And a man amongst them there?"
"Oh, daughter, go run in little yard
And bid adieu to flowers so gay.
For comes Prince Heathen's men
And I fear coming to take you away."
In there come Heathen then, saying
"Good day to you.
And where will l that sweet little bride
With her as soft as morning dew?"
Young Margaret locked her door
But his men soon made the hinges
And in there come Prince then
And give to her a gay ring.
at him the ring she flung
She "Of you I have no fear.
I'll call you seven times
Rather then call you dear."
He then, by her yellow hair,
He'd her weep and call him dear.
He's her in his two dark arms,
And laid her on the stone floor.
And when he set her again,
Her maidenhead her he's ta'en:
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
He's cast her down in a cabin of
Where forty did hang thereto.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, will you now?"
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"Come, give my lady of the 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 been hunting with his armoured men.
He came unto this young maid
All in the where she is laid.
"A drink, a drink, Heathen" she said.
"Even if it's from the well pool."
"Never a drink! you weep 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 and briars
grow so thick all on the plain
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen" she
"Already the blood has me shoe".
"Ha ha, maid, will you weep 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 blouse was with blood.
"Ride slower, slower, Prince Heathen," she
"For the it sorely hurts my knee".
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?"
"You dog, nor yet for thee."
He shortened and on he flew.
He's her through the briar and thorns.
Young gave a pitiful cry,
And there had her little babe born.
"Oh how can I wrap me little babe
Seeing as I've to roll him in?"
He to her his saddle blanket
"That'll him from cheek to chin".
As she took the blanket from his
Tears her cheeks they trickling run.
"Ha ha, bonny maid, you weep now?".
"You dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own little
blanket's too rough to roll him in,
and alas, the day I rue
That ever I met rogues as you!"
He says "Go wash my in the milk,
And my lady in the silk;
When are breaking, hands must bow,
And I love my lady now".
She "When violets bloom on the window-pane
And roses on the kitchen floor,
It's then that return again
And be bride forevermore".
Child
A. L. Lloyd refurbished this ancient ballad. The
chilling tension of the song from the juxtaposition be-
tween stark brutality and psychological complexity.
Recorded by Frankie
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