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 shows they were Hessians.
And in troubled times, it was a great crime
And martyrdom never was
Near the town of Glenshee, not an acre 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 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 Denny home,
Back a fair at Lethangin,
When should he see, from the branch of a tree,
But the corpse of a Hessian, hangin'!
Says Denny, "These rogues got boots, I've 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 Denny did run for of bein' hung
Til he to Tim Haley's cabin.
Says Tim from within, "I let ye in!
Ye'll be shot if you're out there rappin'!"
So he went to the where the cow was in bed,
He began with a whisper to her,
And they lay together, in seven foot of heather,
And the cow took to the piper!

Well the day it on, and Denny 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 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 luck to beast, she's no musical taste!
To eat such a 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 for to humbug 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 a mile or two off,
And came to a fair at Killaley.
And there she was for four guineas of gold
To the clerk of the parish, 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 bold Denny Burns, the piper!

Ah, then Tim give a like a half-drunken colt,
And he stares at the 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 they met, and their they wet,
And like devils they round the piper!