Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his were smoky grey
He was lean across the but his shooders they were big
The terror o' the glens, that was The Portree Kid

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He ho, he drum hey
The teuchter that cam Skye
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His was an orra' man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae
He had twenty seven notches on his cromack so say
And a million Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree booted in the door, he tae the bar
He a shot o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While was being chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, would you a babycham

Now over in the corner sat three men fae
were playing games for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd come up Macmerry
been a river gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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Portree walked tae the and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he the dice a spin
He threw seven sixes in a row and the game was done
But then he landed on a snake, and finished on one

The game was nearly over and Portree was fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae nine
He only had but one to go and the other man was
But the couped the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men dived behind the plants to try and save their skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his sidekick dropped the
He says I think its funny, you've been up ladder twice
And ye dunt the table, when I go to throw my dice

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The gambler drew his Dubh as fast as lightning speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him o'er the
Then he gave him laldy wi' a off the wall
And he off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's claw

Portree up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a half
And d'ye like the way I it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the crept up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, oot o' a curling stane

The fight went raging on all night till opening next day
Wi' a for soup and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that neither man win
When came the that stopped it all, there's a bus trip comin' in

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sing this song in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way down o'er the border, the Rio Tweed
But what became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
They opened up a gift shop fresh air in a can

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