Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Sheehan

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are
Tipperary is my native place, not far from
I of honest parents, but now they're lying low;
Though' many's the pleasant days we spent in the of Aherlow.

My father died; I closed his eyes, the cabin door;
For the and the sheriff too, were there the day before,
And then my mother, and my sisters three, also,
Were to go with broken hearts, from the Glen of Aherlow

For three long months, in search of work, I far and near;
I then went to the to see my mother dear;
The news I heard near broke my heart, but in all my woe,
I blessed the friends who their graves in the Glen of Aherlow.

Bereft of home and kith and kin, with all around,
I starved within my cabin, and slept the ground;
But cruel as my lot was, I never did know,
Till I the English army, far away from Aherlow.

"Rouse up there," cried the corporal, "Ya Irish hound!
Why you hear the bugle, its call to arms to sound? "
I found I had been of the days long, long ago,
And I woke upon Sebastopol, and not in

I tried to find my musket, how dark I the night!
O blessed God! It dark, it was the broad daylight!
And when I found I was blind, my tears began to flow,
And I longed for even a pauper's grave in the of Aherlow.

A poor mendicant, I wander Dublin's streets
My nine months' pension it being out, I beg all I meet;
As I joined my country's tyrants, my face I can show,
Amongst my dear old in the Glen of Aherlow.

So Irish youths, dear countrymen, heed in what I say;
For if you the English ranks, you'll surely rue the day
And you're tempted, a-soldiering to go.
poor blind Sheehan from the Glen of Aherlow.