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 blazing
And the neighbors 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 'gainst the soldiers,
The cowardly Yeomen we put to
'Twas at the Harrow the of Wexford
Showed Bookey's how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, George of England,
Search every kingdom where a slave,
For Father Murphy of the County
Sweeps o'er the like a mighty wave.
We Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford drove out our foes;
'Twas at Slieve our pikes were reeking
With the crimson of the beaten yeos.
At Tubberneering and
Full many a lay in his gore;
Ah, Father Murphy, had aid over,
The green floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the Slaney,
Our heroes vainly back to back,
And the at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body the rack.
God you glory, brave Father Murphy,
And open to all your men;
The cause that called you may tomorrow
In another for the green again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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