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 to wonder how!"]
The clothes men wear do give airs, the fellows do compare.
A colonel's regimentals shine, and women call fair.
I am Alexander MacIntosh, a nephew to the
And I do men who are vain, the men with powdered hair.
I command the Nancy 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 quickly would
With Captain Maxwell and his wife and kids and hair.
the Nancy
In bright.
the Nancy
With all his pomp and there, aboard the Nancy-o.
Below the St. Clair rapids I sent scouts 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, horse or more."

Up Captain Maxwell then, "Surrender, now, I say!
Give them your Nancy schooner and make off delay!
Set me ashore, I do implore. I will not die 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 I'll fight, aboard the Nancy-o."
Well up Colonel 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 send you shot to buzz your ears."
Well, they fired as we hove anchor, boys, and we got way,
But scarce a broadsides, boys, the Nancy they did pay
Before the business sickened them. bravely ran away.
All sail we made, and reached the before the close of day.
the Nancy!
We them shot and cheers.
the Nancy!
We them running through the trees, aboard the Nancy-o.
Oh, military gentlemen, bluster, roar 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 and found a day
the Nancy!
No uniforms for men to scorn, the Nancy-o.