Luyện nghe bài hát Dinny The Piper / Amhran Na Tae (Song Of The Tea)

In the year '98, when our troubles were
It was to be a Milesian.
And the black-whiskers said we never forget
And our history shows were Hessians.
And in these times, it was a great crime
And martyrdom was riper
Near the town of Glenshee, not an acre Meath,
one Denny Burns, the Piper!

Neither weddin' nor would be worth a shake
If was first not invited.
For at the bag, or emptyin' the keg,
He astonished as as delighted!
But in times Denny could not earn a penny,
Martial Law had him like a viper!
And it kept him till the bones of his skin
thru the rags of the piper!

Now one day it did dawn, as crept home,
from a fair at Lethangin,
When what he see, from the branch of a tree,
But the of a Hessian, there hangin'!
Denny, "These rogues have got boots, I've no brogues!"
He took of the boots wi' a griper,
And the boots were so tight, and he with such might,
Legs and all come with the piper!

Ah, then Denny did run for of bein' hung
Til he to Tim Haley's cabin.
Says Tim from within, "I let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if caught out there rappin'!"
So he went to the shed the cow was in bed,
He began a whisper to wipe her,
And they lay together, in seven foot of heather,
And the cow to huggin' the piper!

Well the day it on, and Denny did yawn,
And he stripped off the from the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he just in the straw,
And he slipped with his new possessions!
Now breakfast bein' done, Tim sent his son
To get Denny up a lamplighter,
And the legs there he saw; he flew up a jackdaw!
And "Daddy, the cow's et the piper!"

Ah, bad luck to that beast, no musical taste!
To eat such a old chanter!
Ah, faugh! evict! Take a lump of a stick!
Drive her off, the road and we'll canter!
Well the were called, Mrs. Kennedy bawled,
She began for to and jiper,
And in sorrow met, and their whistles they wet,
And like devils, the piper!
(more!)
The Piper (Cont.)

And the cow she was drove a or two off,
And they to a fair at Killaley.
And there she was sold for four of gold
To the clerk of the parish, Daley.
And went to the tent where the pennies were spent,
Tim bein' a old swiper,
And who be there, playin' the Rakes of Killdare,
your bold Denny Burns, the piper!

Ah, then Tim give a jolt a half-drunken colt,
And he stares at the like a gammick!
I thought, by the Powers, for the last hours,
You playin' in the old cow's stomach!
when Denny observed that the Hessian's been served
Began just to and jiper,
Oh, in grandeur they met, and their they wet,
And like they danced round the piper!