Luyện nghe bài hát Lough Foyle

Words RW, music Irish: Nancy's Whiskey 1978

At age 14 they gave us
To number off by and give salutes
To and fire the Lee and Enfield
To answer smartly sir and the boots
Me and all the poor bastards
Glengarry on at bugle call
I never thought I looked in khaki
It hurt the as well as it scratched the balls
I volunteered for the section
To work the was a skivers joy
and on manoeuvres I'd twist the
and put on the soldier boys

To Northern Ireland for training
Near to Lough Foyle not far from town
To get the feel of the regular
and generally act the clown
To eat melodious beans and
To on old grey blankets stiff with stains
and on the carsy in the
To in rows like cows with labor pains

Me and some broke out one evening
Climbed the wire and down the lough beside
We spied some fishers in their long
Casting nets out on the silvery
They pulled shoreward and we got to talking
To row us over the water agree
They hoist us dry shod in the beside them
And way across the watery waves we
Cross to in Southern Ireland
A street of set end to end
A couple of churches and several
Where we fell to with our Irish friends

The best porter, strong beer and whiskey
We had a there as drunk as lords
and all skylarking and cutting
Till that old church it chimed for four
The rowed us back over the water
and went to fish upon the rise
But we were drunk and of caution
and we were halted climbing back through the
and me and the were all defaulted
and straight upon fatigues were led
To at our every duty
With our held obove our heads

Bur my luck was not all departed
I got in both the ears
Some kind of in the two of my ear drums
not a single order I could hear
I sadly smiled and downhearted
While they could curse and and rage
and the way I would end a story
I was 14 years of age