Luyện nghe bài hát Lough Foyle

Words RW, music trad Irish: Nancy's Whiskey

At age 14 they gave us
To number off by threes and salutes
To clean and fire the Lee and
To answer sir and shine 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 signals
To work the radios was a joy
and on manoeuvres I'd twist the
and put confusion on the boys

To Northern for summer training
Near to Lough Foyle not far from town
To get the of the regular army
and generally act the bloody
To eat melodious beans and
To sleep on old grey stiff with stains
and on the carsy in the
To squat in rows cows with labor pains

Me and some broke out one evening
Climbed through the wire and down the beside
We spied fishers in their long boats
nets out on the silvery tide
They pulled shoreward and we got to talking
To row us over the they'd agree
They hoist us dry in the boat beside them
And way across the watery waves we
Cross to in Southern Ireland
A street of set end to end
A couple of and several boozers
we fell to drinking with our Irish friends

The best black porter, strong and whiskey
We had a bevy there as as lords
and all and cutting capers
Till that old church it chimed for four
The fishers rowed us back over the
and to fish upon the morning rise
But we drunk and devoid of caution
and we halted climbing back through the wire
and me and the lads all defaulted
and straight away upon fatigues led
To at our every duty
With our rifles held our heads

Bur my luck was not all departed
I got infected in both the
Some kind of hole in the two of my ear
Till not a order I could hear
I sadly and looked downhearted
While they could curse and shout and
and that's the way I would end a
When I was 14 of age