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 from far and near.
Then Father Murphy, old Kilcormack,
up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've come to you,
For Ireland's freedom we or die."
He led us on the coming soldiers,
The cowardly Yeomen we put to
'Twas at the the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men fight.
Look out for hirelings, George of England,
Search kingdom where breathes a slave,
For Father of the County Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a wave.
We Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming drove out our
'Twas at Coillte our pikes were reeking
the crimson stream of the beaten yeos.
At and Ballyellis
Full a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid over,
The flag floated from shore to shore!
At Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes vainly stood to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow Father Murphy
And burned his upon the rack.
God you glory, brave Father Murphy,
And open to all your men;
The cause that called you may call
In another fight for the again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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