Luyện nghe bài hát Lough Foyle

Words RW, music trad Irish: Nancy's Whiskey

At age 14 they us training
To off by threes and give salutes
To clean and the Lee and Enfield
To answer smartly sir and shine the
Me and all the other poor
Glengarry bonnets on at bugle
I never I looked good in khaki
It hurt the pride as as it scratched the balls
I for the signals section
To the radios was a skivers joy
and on manoeuvres I'd twist the
and put confusion on the boys

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

Me and lads broke out one evening
through the wire and down the lough beside
We some fishers in their long boats
nets out on the silvery tide
They soon 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 Greencastle in Ireland
A of cottages set end to end
A couple of churches and several
Where we fell to with our Irish friends

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

Bur my good luck was not all
I got in both the ears
kind of hole in the two of my ear drums
Till not a order I could hear
I smiled and looked downhearted
While they could curse and shout and
and that's the way I end a story
I was 14 years of age