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

In the year '98, our troubles were great
It was to be a Milesian.
And the black-whiskers said we 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 weddin' nor wake be worth a shake
If Denny was not invited.
For at the bag, or emptyin' the keg,
He as well as delighted!
But in these times Denny not earn a penny,
Martial Law had him stung 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,
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 got boots, I've no brogues!"
He took hold of the 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 to Tim Haley's 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 began with a to wipe her,
And they lay down together, in foot of heather,
And the cow took to the piper!

Well the day it wore on, and did yawn,
And he stripped off the boots the Hessian!
And the legs, for the law, he left in the straw,
And he home with his new possessions!
Now breakfast done, Tim sent his young son
To get Denny up 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!
Drive her off, down the road and canter!
Well the neighbors called, Mrs. Kennedy bawled,
She began for to and jiper,
And in sorrow they met, and their whistles wet,
And devils, lamented the piper!
(more!)
Denny The (Cont.)

And the cow she was drove a or two off,
And they to a fair at Killaley.
And she was sold for four guineas of gold
To the clerk of the parish, Daley.
And they went to the tent where the were spent,
Tim bein' a old swiper,
And who be there, playin' the Rakes of Killdare,
your bold 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 were playin' in the old stomach!
Well when Denny observed the Hessian's been served
Began to humbug and jiper,
Oh, in grandeur met, and their whistles they wet,
And like they danced round the piper!