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 battle see,
'I saw the battle, and teugh,
And reekin-red ran a sheugh;
My heart, for fear, gae for sough,
To the thuds, and see the cluds
O frae woods, in tartan duds,
Wha glaum'd at three, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
'The red-coat lads wi cockauds,
To them were na slaw, man;
They and push'd, and bluid outgush'd,
And monie a did fa', man!
The great led on his files,
I wat they glanc'd for miles;
They hough'd the like nine-pin kyles,
They hack'd and hash'd, while clashed,
And they dash'd, and hew'd and smash'd,
Till fey men awa, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
had ye seen the philibegs,
And tartan trews, man;
When in the they daur'd our Whigs,
And trueblues, man!
In lines lang and large,
When o'erpower'd the targe,
And thousands to the charge,
Wi' Highland wrath and the sheath
Drew o' death, till, out o' breath.
They fled like dows, man!'
La, la, la, la, etc.
'O how Deil, Tam, can that be ?
The chase gaed the north, man!
I saw mysel, did pursue
The horseman back to Forth,
And at Dunblane, in my ain sight,
They the brig wi' a' their might,
And straught to Stirling wing'd flight;
But, lot! the gates were shut,
And monie a huntit red-coat,
For fear did swarf, man!'
La, la, la, la, etc.
My sister came up the gate
Wi' crowdie unto me,
She she saw some rebels run
To and to Dundee, man!
Their left-hand had nae skill;
The Angus lads had nae will
day their neebors' bluid to spill;
For fear, by foes, that should lose
Their cogs o brose; they at blows,
And fast did flee, man.
La, la, la, la, etc.
'They've lost some gentlemen,
the Highland clans, man!
I my Lord Panmuir is slain,
Or in his en'mies'hands, man.
Now wad ye sing this flight,
Some fell for wrang, and for right,
But monie the world guid-night;
Say, pell and mell, wi muskets'
How fell, and Whigs to Hell
Flew off in bands, man!
La, la, la, la, etc.
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