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 neighbors far and near.
Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the with a warning cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've 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 of Wexford
Showed Bookey's regiment how men fight.
Look out for hirelings, George of England,
Search kingdom where breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the County
Sweeps o'er the land a mighty wave.
We took and Enniscorthy,
And Wexford drove out our foes;
'Twas at Slieve Coillte our pikes were
With the crimson of the beaten yeos.
At Tubberneering and
Full many a lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, the pleasant Slaney,
Our vainly stood back to back,
And the at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Murphy,
And open Heaven to all men;
The cause that you may call tomorrow
In fight for the green again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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