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 lying low;
many's the pleasant days we spent in the Glen of Aherlow.

My father died; I closed his eyes, outside the door;
For the landlord and the 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 months, in search of work, I wandered far and near;
I then went to the poorhouse to see my dear;
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 and kin, with plenty all around,
I within my cabin, and slept upon the ground;
But cruel as my lot was, I never did know,
Till I joined the army, far away from Aherlow.

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

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

A neglected mendicant, I wander Dublin's streets
My nine months' pension it being out, I beg from all I
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 join the English ranks, you'll rue the day
And you're tempted, a-soldiering to go.
Remember poor blind from the Glen of Aherlow.