Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was
O'er bright May of Shelmalier,
A rebel set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbors far and near.
Then Father Murphy, old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a warning
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've come to you,
For freedom we fight or die."
He led us on 'gainst the soldiers,
The cowardly Yeomen we put to
'Twas at the the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men fight.
out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search every kingdom breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the Wexford
o'er the land like a mighty wave.
We Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And storming drove out our foes;
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our were reeking
With the crimson stream of the yeos.
At Tubberneering and
many a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the Slaney,
Our heroes vainly back to back,
And the Yeos at took Father Murphy
And his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Murphy,
And Heaven to all your men;
The cause that called you may call
In another fight for the again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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