Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away, a cargo of bricks
For the grand City Hall in New

T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged and aft
And oh, how the wild wind her
She stood several blasts, she had masts
And they called her the Irish

We had one million bags of the best Sligo
We had two million barrels of
We had three million sides of old horses' hides
We had four million barrels of

We had million hogs, six million dogs
Seven barrels of porter
We had million bales, of old nanny gold tails
In the hold of the Rover

There was old Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies up for a set
He was tooting with skill, for each sparking
Though the were fluther'd and bet

With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the
He rolled the dames and over
all knew at a glance, when he took up his stance
That he sailed on the Rover

There was McGee from the banks of the Lee
was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk, who was scared of work
And your man from the West Meath called

The was slugger O'Toole, who was as a rule
And fighting Bill Tracey from
And your man Mick McCann, from the of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish

We had sailed seven years, when the measles out
And the ship its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew, was down to two
myself and the captain's old dog

And the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a
The bulkhead was turned over
Turned nine times around and the old dog was drowned
And to the Irish Rover