Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle Of Sherramoor

The of Sherra-moor
(Robert Burns)
'O, cam ye here the to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me,
Or ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the see, man?'
'I saw the battle, and teugh,
And reekin-red ran a sheugh;
My heart, for fear, gae for sough,
To hear the thuds, and see the
O frae woods, in tartan duds,
Wha glaum'd at three, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
'The red-coat wi black cockauds,
To meet them were na slaw,
They and push'd, and bluid outgush'd,
And a bouk did fa', man!
The Argyle led on his files,
I wat they for twenty miles;
They hough'd the like nine-pin kyles,
They hack'd and hash'd, while clashed,
And thro they dash'd, and and smash'd,
fey men died awa, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
'But had ye the philibegs,
And tartan trews, man;
When in the teeth daur'd our Whigs,
And trueblues, man!
In lines extended and large,
baig'nets o'erpower'd the targe,
And hasten'd to the charge,
Wi' wrath and frae the sheath
Drew o' death, till, out o' breath.
They fled like dows, man!'
La, la, la, la, etc.
'O how Deil, Tam, can be true ?
The gaed frae the north, man!
I saw mysel, they did
The horseman to Forth, man:
And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,
took the brig wi' a' their might,
And straught to Stirling wing'd flight;
But, lot! the gates were shut,
And monie a poor red-coat,
For fear did swarf, man!'
La, la, la, la, etc.
My sister Kate came up the
Wi' unto me, man:
She swoor she saw rebels run
To and to Dundee, man!
Their general had nae skill;
The Angus lads had nae good
That day neebors' bluid to spill;
For fear, by foes, that should lose
Their o brose; they scar'd at blows,
And hameward did flee, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
lost some gallant gentlemen,
Amang the clans, man!
I my Lord Panmuir is slain,
Or in his en'mies'hands, man.
Now wad ye this double flight,
fell for wrang, and some for right,
But bade the world guid-night;
Say, pell and mell, wi knell
How fell, and Whigs to Hell
off in frightened bands, man!
La, la, la, la, etc.
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