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

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

Neither weddin' nor wake 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,
Law had him stung 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,
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 rogues got boots, I've no brogues!"
He took of the boots wi' a griper,
And the were so tight, and he pulled with such might,
Legs and all come away the piper!

Ah, then Denny did run for of bein' hung
Til he came to Tim cabin.
Says Tim within, "I can't let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if caught out there rappin'!"
So he went to the where the cow was in bed,
He with a whisper to wipe her,
And they lay together, in seven foot of heather,
And the cow took to 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 slipped with his new possessions!
Now breakfast bein' done, Tim his young son
To get Denny up a lamplighter,
And the legs he saw; he flew up like a jackdaw!
And "Daddy, the cow's et the piper!"

Ah, bad luck to beast, she's no musical taste!
To eat a jolly old chanter!
Ah, faugh! We'll evict! Take a of a stick!
her off, down the road and we'll canter!
Well the neighbors called, Mrs. Kennedy bawled,
She for to humbug and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and their whistles wet,
And like devils, 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 four guineas of
To the clerk of the parish, Daley.
And they went to the where 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 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 were in the old cow's stomach!
Well when observed that the Hessian's been served
just to humbug and jiper,
Oh, in they met, and their whistles they wet,
And devils they danced round the piper!