Luyện nghe bài hát Lough Foyle

Words RW, music trad Irish: Nancy's 1978

At age 14 they gave us
To number off by threes and salutes
To clean and the Lee and Enfield
To answer sir and shine the boots
Me and all the other poor
Glengarry bonnets on at call
I never I looked good in khaki
It hurt the pride as as it scratched the balls
I volunteered for the signals
To work the radios was a joy
and on manoeuvres I'd the orders
and put on the soldier boys

To Northern Ireland for training
to Lough Foyle not far from Derry town
To get the of the regular army
and act the bloody clown
To eat melodious and gravy
To sleep on old grey blankets stiff with
and on the in the morning
To squat in rows like cows with labor

Me and some lads out one evening
Climbed the wire and down the lough beside
We spied fishers in their long boats
Casting out on the silvery tide
They pulled shoreward and we got to talking
To row us over the water they'd
hoist us dry shod in the boat beside them
And way across the waves went we
Cross to Greencastle in Southern
A of cottages set end to end
A couple of churches and boozers
Where we fell to drinking our Irish friends

The best black porter, strong and whiskey
We had a bevy there as as lords
and all skylarking and capers
that old church clock it chimed for four
The fishers us back over the water
and went to fish upon the rise
But we were drunk and devoid of
and we were halted climbing back through the
and me and the lads were all
and straight upon fatigues were led
To double at our duty
With our held obove our heads

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