Luyện nghe bài hát Down

Near town in the County Down
One morning July,
From a boreen green came a sweet
And she smiled as she me by.
She looked so sweet from her two feet
To the sheen of her hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook
For so see I was there.

From Bay up to Derry Quay
And from to Dublin town,
No I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my
And I looked with a rare.
And I say, I, to a passer - by,
"Who's the with the nut - brown hair"?
He at me and he say's, say's he,
"That's the gem of crown.
Young Rosie McCann, the banks of the ban
She's the of the County Down."

At the Harvest she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat right
For a smile my nut brown rose.
No I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
'Til my plough it is coloured brown.
a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the Star of the County