Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was
bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel set the heather blazing
And brought the from far and near.
Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for come to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we 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, King of England,
Search every kingdom where a slave,
For Father of the County Wexford
Sweeps the land like a mighty wave.
We took and Enniscorthy,
And storming drove out our foes;
at Slieve Coillte our pikes were reeking
With the crimson of the beaten yeos.
At and Ballyellis
Full a Hessian lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The flag floated from shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, o'er the Slaney,
Our heroes stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow took 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 fight for the again.
Recorded by Galvin,
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