Luyện nghe bài hát Barque In The Harbour

From a barque in the harbor I roaming on shore
And stepped into a pub where I was oft before
And as I was sitting and my glass
Who chanced to walk in but a young lass

She sat beside me and kept squeezing my hand
Saying, "Sir a stranger not long to this land
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor, would you along with me
To lonesome spot where nobody can see?"

"Don't you leave me Sailor," were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping her
When you reach home in own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who squeezing your hand

I quickly consented with her for to
She lived by herself in a little home
She was brisk, and jolly and her age scare ninteen
And the name of that maiden I was Irene

One summer's morning our ship, she set sail
And down by the lovely Irene she came
Waving her pocket hankerchief and her eyes
"Don't leave me Johnny Sailor," were the she did cry

"Don't you leave me Sailor," were the words she did cry
and weeping and wiping her eyes
When you home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your

I'll give you love on a fine summer's breeze
But love forget me when you're crossing the sea
And when you are married and enjoying bride
Think on the young maiden who lay by side

"Don't you leave me Sailor," were the words she did cry
Waving and weeping and her eyes
When you reach in your own Newfoundland
of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand
Think of the Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand