Luyện nghe bài hát The Nancy

[There were skirmishes on the Great Lakes between ships and boats of
all and sizes during the War of 1812-14. "Well", Stan said, "we won the
damned war but from some of the accounts you'd really have to how!"]
The men wear do give them airs, the fellows do compare.
A colonel's regimentals shine, and call them fair.
I am Alexander MacIntosh, a nephew to the
And I do distain men who are vain, the men powdered hair.
I the Nancy Schooner from the Moy on Lake St. Claire.
On the third day of October, boys, I did set from there.
To the garrison at Amherstburg I would repair
With Captain Maxwell and his and kids and powdered hair.
the Nancy
In bright.
Aboard the
With all his and bluster there, aboard the Nancy-o.
Below the St. Clair rapids I scouts unto the shore
To ask a friendly to say what lay before.
"Amherstburg has fallen, with the for you in store!
And militia sent to take you there, horse or more."

Up spoke Captain then, "Surrender, now, I say!
Give your Nancy schooner and make off without delay!
Set me ashore, I do implore. I will not die way!"
Says I, "You go, or get below, for be on my way!"
the Nancy!
"Surrender, Hell!" I say.
Aboard the
"It's back to I'll fight, aboard the Nancy-o."
Well up comes Beaubien, then, who shouts as he comes near.
"Surrender up your schooner and I you've naught to fear.
We've got Captain Maxwell, sir, so spare yourself his tears."
Says I, "I'll not but you shot to buzz about your ears."
Well, they fired as we anchor, boys, and we got under way,
But scarce a dozen broadsides, boys, the Nancy did pay
Before the business sickened them. bravely ran away.
All we made, and reached the Lake before the close of day.
the Nancy!
We sent shot and cheers.
the Nancy!
We them running through the trees, aboard the Nancy-o.
Oh, military gentlemen, bluster, roar and pray.
Nine sailors and the Nancy, boys, fifty run away.
The powder in their hair that day was powder sent way
By poor and ragged sailor men, who that they would stay.
the Nancy!
Six and found a day
the Nancy!
No for men to scorn, aboard the Nancy-o.