Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was
O'er May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the heather
And the neighbors from far and near.
Then Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've to lead you,
For freedom we fight or die."
He led us on 'gainst the soldiers,
The cowardly Yeomen we put to
at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
Showed regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, George of England,
Search every where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land a mighty wave.
We Camolin and Enniscorthy,
And storming drove out our foes;
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes reeking
the crimson 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 vainly back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took Father
And his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, Father Murphy,
And open to all your men;
The that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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