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 never
And our history shows they Hessians.
And in these troubled times, it was a great
And never was riper
Near the town of Glenshee, not an acre Meath,
one Denny Burns, the Piper!

Neither weddin' nor wake would be a shake
If was first not invited.
For at the bag, or emptyin' 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 kept him till the bones of his skin
Grinned thru the of the piper!

Now one day it did dawn, as crept home,
Back from a at Lethangin,
When what should he see, from the of a tree,
But the of a Hessian, there hangin'!
Says Denny, "These rogues got boots, I've no brogues!"
He took of the boots wi' a griper,
And the boots so tight, and he pulled with such might,
and all come 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 if you're caught out there rappin'!"
So he went to the shed the cow was in bed,
He with a whisper to wipe her,
And they lay down together, in seven of heather,
And the cow to huggin' the piper!

Well the day it wore on, and did yawn,
And he stripped off the from the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he left 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 he flew up like a jackdaw!
And "Daddy, the cow's et the piper!"

Ah, bad luck to that beast, no musical taste!
To eat a jolly old chanter!
Ah, faugh! We'll evict! a lump of a stick!
Drive her off, down the road and canter!
Well the neighbors called, Mrs. Kennedy bawled,
She for to humbug 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 a mile or two off,
And they came to a at Killaley.
And she was sold for four guineas of gold
To the of the parish, John Daley.
And they went to the tent where the were spent,
Tim bein' a old swiper,
And who should be there, playin' the of Killdare,
Just your bold 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 playin' in the old cow's stomach!
Well Denny observed that the Hessian's been served
Began just to and jiper,
Oh, in they met, and their whistles they wet,
And like devils danced round the piper!