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 black-whiskers said we would forget
And our history shows were Hessians.
And in troubled times, it was a great crime
And martyrdom never was
Near the of Glenshee, not an acre from Meath,
one Denny Burns, the Piper!

Neither weddin' nor would be worth a shake
If was first not invited.
For at squeezin' the bag, or the keg,
He astonished as as delighted!
But in these times 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 Denny home,
from a fair at Lethangin,
When what should he see, from the of a tree,
But the corpse of a Hessian, hangin'!
Says Denny, "These rogues got boots, I've no brogues!"
He took hold of the wi' a griper,
And the boots were so tight, and he pulled with might,
Legs and all come with the piper!

Ah, Denny did run for fear of bein' hung
Til he came to Tim cabin.
Says Tim within, "I can't let ye in!
Ye'll be if you're caught out there rappin'!"
So he to the shed where the cow was in bed,
He began with a to wipe her,
And they lay down together, in seven of heather,
And the cow took to the piper!

Well the day it on, and Denny did yawn,
And he off the boots from the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he just in the straw,
And he home with his new possessions!
Now breakfast bein' done, Tim sent his son
To get up like a lamplighter,
And the legs there he 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! evict! Take a lump of a stick!
Drive her off, the road and we'll 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!
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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 guineas of gold
To the clerk of the parish, Daley.
And went to the tent where the pennies were spent,
Tim a jolly old swiper,
And who should be there, playin' the of Killdare,
Just 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 sev'ral hours,
You playin' in the old cow's stomach!
Well when Denny observed that the Hessian's served
Began to humbug and jiper,
Oh, in grandeur they met, and whistles they wet,
And like devils danced round the piper!