Luyện nghe bài hát The Nancy

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

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