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

In the year '98, when our troubles were
It was to be a Milesian.
And the said we would never forget
And our history shows they Hessians.
And in these troubled times, it was a great
And never was riper
the town of Glenshee, not an acre from 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 astonished as as delighted!
But in these times Denny could not a penny,
Law had him stung like a viper!
And it kept him within till the bones of his
Grinned thru the of the piper!

Now one day it did dawn, as Denny home,
Back 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 hold of the wi' a griper,
And the boots were so tight, and he with such might,
Legs and all away with the piper!

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

Well the day it on, and Denny did yawn,
And he off the boots 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 saw; he up like a jackdaw!
And "Daddy, the cow's et the piper!"

Ah, bad luck to that beast, no musical taste!
To eat such a old chanter!
Ah, faugh! evict! Take a lump of a stick!
Drive her off, down the and we'll canter!
Well the neighbors were called, Mrs. bawled,
She for to humbug and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and whistles 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 there she was sold for four of gold
To the of the parish, John Daley.
And they to the tent where the pennies were spent,
Tim bein' a old swiper,
And who should be there, playin' the of Killdare,
Just your Denny Burns, the piper!

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