Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was
O'er bright May of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather
And the neighbors from far and near.
Then Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks a warning cry;
"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 we put to flight;
'Twas at the Harrow the of Wexford
Showed Bookey's how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, George of England,
Search every kingdom breathes a slave,
For Murphy of the County Wexford
Sweeps the land like a mighty wave.
We Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming drove out our
'Twas at Slieve our pikes were reeking
With the stream of the beaten yeos.
At Tubberneering and
Full many a lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated shore to shore!
At Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father
And burned his upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Murphy,
And open Heaven to all men;
The cause that you may call tomorrow
In another for the green again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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