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

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

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

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

Ah, then did run for fear of bein' hung
Til he to Tim Haley's cabin.
Says Tim within, "I can't let ye in!
be shot if you're caught out there rappin'!"
So he to the shed where the cow was in bed,
He with a whisper to wipe her,
And lay down together, in seven foot of heather,
And the cow to huggin' the piper!

the day it wore on, and Denny did yawn,
And he off the boots from the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he left in the straw,
And he home with his new possessions!
Now bein' done, Tim sent his young son
To get up like a lamplighter,
And the legs he saw; he flew up like a jackdaw!
And said "Daddy, the et the piper!"

Ah, bad to that beast, she's no musical taste!
To eat a jolly old chanter!
Ah, faugh! We'll evict! a lump of a stick!
Drive her off, down the road and canter!
Well the neighbors were called, Mrs. bawled,
She for to humbug and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and their they wet,
And devils, lamented the piper!
(more!)
Denny The (Cont.)

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

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