Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Sheehan

My name is Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;
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, outside the cabin
For the and the sheriff too, were there the day before,
And my lovin' mother, and my sisters three, also,
Were forced to go broken hearts, from the Glen of Aherlow

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

Bereft of home and and kin, with plenty all around,
I within my cabin, and slept upon the ground;
But cruel as my lot was, I did hardship know,
Till I joined the English army, far away Aherlow.

"Rouse up there," cried the corporal, "Ya lazy hound!
Why don't you hear the bugle, its call to arms to "
I found I had been dreaming of the long, long ago,
And I upon Sebastopol, and not in Aherlow

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

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

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