Luyện nghe bài hát Patrick Sheehan

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

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

For three months, in search of work, I wandered far and near;
I went to the poorhouse to see my mother dear;
The news I near broke my heart, but still 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 starved my cabin, and slept upon the ground;
But as my lot was, I never 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 of the days long, long ago,
And I woke upon Sebastopol, and not in

I to find my musket, how dark I thought 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 for even a pauper's grave in the Glen of Aherlow.

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

So youths, dear countrymen, take 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.