Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was
O'er May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the blazing
And brought the from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a warning
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we or die."
He led us on the coming soldiers,
The Yeomen we put to flight;
'Twas at the Harrow the boys of
Showed regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, George of England,
Search every where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the Wexford
Sweeps o'er the like a mighty wave.
We took and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming out our foes;
'Twas at Coillte our pikes were reeking
With the crimson stream of the yeos.
At Tubberneering and
Full many a lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated from to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood to back,
And the at Tullow took Father Murphy
And his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, Father Murphy,
And open Heaven to all men;
The that called you may call tomorrow
In another for the green again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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