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 said we would never forget
And our history shows were Hessians.
And in these troubled times, it was a crime
And martyrdom never was
Near the town of Glenshee, not an from Meath,
Lived one 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 times Denny could not earn a penny,
Martial Law had him stung 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 crept home,
Back from a at Lethangin,
what should 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 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, then Denny did run for fear of hung
Til he came to Tim cabin.
Says Tim from within, "I let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if you're caught out rappin'!"
So he went to the shed 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!

Well the day it on, and Denny did yawn,
And he stripped off the boots 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 Denny up a lamplighter,
And the legs there he saw; he 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!
her off, down the road and we'll canter!
Well the were called, Mrs. Kennedy bawled,
She began for to 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 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 they went to the where the pennies were spent,
Tim a jolly old swiper,
And who should be there, playin' the of Killdare,
Just your Denny Burns, the piper!

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