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 these troubled times, it was a crime
And martyrdom was riper
Near the town of Glenshee, not an acre Meath,
Lived one Burns, the Piper!

Neither weddin' nor wake 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 Denny could not a penny,
Martial Law had him stung a viper!
And it kept him within the bones of his skin
Grinned thru the 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 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 were so tight, and he pulled with such might,
and all come away with the piper!

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

Ah, bad luck to that beast, no musical taste!
To eat such a 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 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 a mile or two off,
And they to a fair at Killaley.
And there she was for four guineas of gold
To the clerk of the parish, Daley.
And they went to the tent the pennies were spent,
Tim a jolly old swiper,
And who should be there, 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 sev'ral hours,
You were playin' in the old stomach!
when Denny observed that the Hessian's been served
Began just to and jiper,
Oh, in grandeur met, and their whistles they wet,
And like devils they danced the piper!