Luyện nghe bài hát Lough Foyle

Words RW, music trad Irish: Nancy's Whiskey

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

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

Me and some lads broke out one
Climbed through the wire and the lough beside
We spied some fishers in their boats
Casting out on the silvery tide
soon pulled shoreward and we got to talking
To row us over the they'd agree
They hoist us dry shod in the beside them
And way the watery waves went we
Cross to in Southern Ireland
A of cottages set end to end
A couple of churches and boozers
Where we fell to drinking with our Irish

The best black porter, strong and whiskey
We had a there as drunk as lords
and all and cutting capers
that old church clock it chimed for four
The fishers rowed us over the water
and to fish upon the morning 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 away fatigues were led
To double at our every
With our held obove 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 single I could hear
I smiled and looked downhearted
they could curse and shout and rage
and the way I would end a story
When I was 14 of age