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

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

Neither nor wake would be worth a shake
If was first not invited.
For at squeezin' the bag, or the keg,
He as well as delighted!
But in these Denny could not earn a penny,
Law had him stung like a viper!
And it kept him within the bones of his skin
thru 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 of a Hessian, there hangin'!
Says Denny, "These rogues have got boots, no brogues!"
He took of the boots wi' a griper,
And the boots were so tight, and he pulled with might,
Legs and all away with the piper!

Ah, Denny did run for fear of bein' hung
Til he came to Tim cabin.
Tim from within, "I can't let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if you're caught out rappin'!"
So he to the shed where the cow was in bed,
He began with a 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 just in the straw,
And he slipped with his new possessions!
Now breakfast done, Tim sent his young son
To get up like 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, she's no 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 neighbors were called, Mrs. bawled,
She began for to and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and their they wet,
And like devils, the piper!
(more!)
Denny The (Cont.)

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

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