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 brought the neighbors far and near.
Then Father Murphy, old Kilcormack,
up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've to lead you,
For Ireland's 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 kingdom where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the Wexford
Sweeps o'er the like a mighty wave.
We Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford storming drove out our
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes reeking
With the crimson of the beaten yeos.
At and Ballyellis
Full many a lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag from shore to shore!
At Hill, o'er the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes stood back to back,
And the at Tullow took Father Murphy
And his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Murphy,
And open Heaven to all your
The cause called you may call tomorrow
In another for the green again.
Recorded by Galvin,
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