Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Hamilton

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

Oh rise, arise Mary
and tell to me
What thou hast with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by

I put him in a tiny
And him out to sea
That he might sink or he swim
But never come back to me

Oh rise arise Mary
Arise and with me
There is a in Glasgow town
This we'll go and see

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

And as she rode into town
The for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's
Cried and alas for thee

Oh you not weep for me she cried
You need not for me
For had I not my own wee babe
death I would not dee

Oh did my mother think
first she cradled me
The I was to travel in
And the I was to dee

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

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

Then by them come the himself
up with a pitiful eye
Come down, come Mary Hamilton
Tonight you will with me

Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign
And let folly be
For if a mind to save my life
You'd never have me here

Last night there were Marys
there'll be but three
It was Beaton and Mary Seton
And Mary and me