Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

Word is to the gone, and word is to the hall
And word is up to madam the queen, and that's the of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a
To the highest of all

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

I put him in a boat
And him out to sea
That he sink or he might swim
But he'd never come to me

Oh rise arise Mary
and come with me
There is a wedding in town
night we'll go and see

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

And as she rode into Glasgow
The for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's
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
first she cradled me
The lands I was to in
And the I was to dee

Last I washed the queen's feet
Put the gold in her
And the only I find for this
The to be my share

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

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

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

Last night there were four
Tonight be but three
It was Mary Beaton and Mary
And Mary and me