Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Sheehan

My is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;
Tipperary is my place, not far from Galtymore;
I came of honest parents, but now they're lying
Though' many's the pleasant we spent in the Glen of Aherlow.

My father died; I closed his eyes, outside the cabin
For the landlord and the sheriff too, there the day before,
And then my lovin' mother, and my three, also,
Were forced to go with hearts, from the Glen of Aherlow

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

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

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

I tried to find my musket, how I thought the night!
O God! It wasn't dark, it was the broad daylight!
And when I found that I was blind, my tears to flow,
And I longed for even a grave in the Glen of Aherlow.

A poor neglected mendicant, I wander Dublin's
My months' pension it being out, I beg from all I meet;
As I my country's tyrants, my face I can never show,
Amongst my dear old in the Glen of Aherlow.

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