Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

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