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 shows they were Hessians.
And in troubled times, it was a great crime
And never was riper
Near the town of Glenshee, not an from Meath,
Lived one Burns, the Piper!

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

Now one day it did dawn, as crept home,
from a fair at Lethangin,
When what should he see, the branch of a tree,
But the corpse of a Hessian, 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 with such might,
and all come away with the piper!

Ah, then Denny did run for of bein' hung
Til he came to Tim cabin.
Tim from within, "I can't let ye in!
Ye'll be if you're caught out there rappin'!"
So he went to the shed 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 stripped off the from the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he just in the straw,
And he slipped home his new possessions!
Now bein' done, Tim sent his young son
To get Denny up 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! evict! Take a lump of a stick!
her off, down the road and we'll canter!
Well the neighbors were called, Mrs. bawled,
She began for to and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and whistles they wet,
And devils, lamented the piper!
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The Piper (Cont.)

And the cow she was a mile or two off,
And they to a fair at Killaley.
And there she was sold for four of gold
To the of the parish, John Daley.
And they went to the tent where the pennies spent,
Tim a jolly old swiper,
And who should be there, the Rakes of Killdare,
Just your bold Burns, the piper!

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