Luyện nghe bài hát Spancil Hill

Last as I lay dreaming,
of the days gone by,
My being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly.

I on board a vision
and followed it a will,
'Til I gladly came to
at the Cross of Hill.

And when our did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And when back home returning, we danced with good will,
To Martin Moilen's music, at the of Spancil Hill.

It being on the twenty of June, the day before the fair,
Sure sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Hill.

So I paid a flying visit, to my first and love,
She's as pure as any lily, and as as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying I love you still,
And she's the Ranger's daughter, and the Pride of Spancil Hill.

It being a Sabbath morning, I I heard a bell,
hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell
Of the King of Angels, his Choicest Blessings spill,
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the of Spancil Hill.