Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

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

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

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And all night with me;
For the best lodging in Mulveren Town,
The best give to thee."

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

As he o'er his milk-white steed
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 doctors in Town,
soon be in their 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 her waiting maids unto her
To view his so fair,
Saying, "Of all this you see around here,
The you shall wear."

Some him by his curly 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 flesh off your bones!
That prettier girl in the merry lands,
Shall mourn for 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 right
cage shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

"I come down, I shan't come down,
To sit on your right
For you murdered Lord Henry,
And you'd murder me"

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

"O if you had bended bow,
Your arrow and string,
I'd take my flight to the merry green
And what I'd seen."