Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It happened on one late,
As the maid was to bed,
She heard a sound, a sound,
That her heart feel glad.

She it was her brother John,
Returning the cane;
But who it be but Lord Henry,
from his wild hunting.

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And stay all night me;
For the very best in Mulveren Town,
The best I'll to thee."

"I won't get down, I get down,
To stay all night you;
For there's a prettier girl in the merry lands,
I love much better than you."

As he leaned o'er his milk-white
And gave her three,
She up a knife in her right hand
And him heartily.

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an or more;
For the very best 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 unto her
To view his so fair,
Saying, "Of all this you see around here,
The finest you wear."

Some took him by his locks,
by his hands and feet,
And him in the cold, dark well,
Which was both cold and

"Lie there, lie there, Henry,
Till the rots off your bones!
That girl in the merry green lands,
mourn for your return."

There was a pretty bird,
high upon a limb,
Saying, "You Lord Henry,
And in the threw him."

"Come down, come down, my pretty bird,
And sit on my knee;
Your shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

"I won't down, I shan't come down,
To sit on right knee;
For you murdered Lord Henry,
And soon murder me"

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

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