Luyện nghe bài hát Fairmount Hill

ast night as I lay dreaming of days gone by
My was spent on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a and I followed with the wind
When I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the of June the day before the fair
When Boston sons and and friends assemble there
The young, the old, the brave, and the
Came there till took their fill
At the parish church of Thatcher, a mile Fairmount Hill

I went to see old friends there, to see they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young turning gray
I met the broken hills, hazes on as still
See I used to at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill

I paid a fly and to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a
She her arm around me saying Andy I love ya still
Oh, she's one Miss O'Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

I I fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
Against an angry jealous fool by the name of Gill
The clock it in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
When I in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill