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 shows they were Hessians.
And in these troubled times, it was a great
And martyrdom never was
Near the of Glenshee, not an acre from Meath,
Lived one 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 astonished as as delighted!
But in these times Denny not earn a penny,
Law had him stung like a viper!
And it kept him till the bones of his skin
Grinned thru the 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'!
Says Denny, "These rogues have got boots, no brogues!"
He took hold of the wi' a griper,
And the boots so tight, and he pulled with such might,
Legs and all away with the piper!

Ah, then did run for fear of bein' hung
Til he came to Tim cabin.
Says Tim within, "I can't let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if you're out there rappin'!"
So he went to the shed the cow was in bed,
He began with a to wipe her,
And lay down together, in seven foot of heather,
And the cow took to the piper!

the day it wore on, and Denny did yawn,
And he stripped off the boots the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he left in the straw,
And he slipped home his new possessions!
Now bein' done, Tim sent his young son
To get up like a lamplighter,
And the legs he saw; he flew up like a jackdaw!
And "Daddy, the cow's et the piper!"

Ah, bad to that beast, she's no musical taste!
To eat such a 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 like devils, the piper!
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The Piper (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 they went to the where the pennies were spent,
Tim bein' a old swiper,
And who be there, playin' the Rakes of Killdare,
Just your Denny 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 last hours,
You playin' 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 their whistles wet,
And like devils they danced the piper!