Luyện nghe bài hát The Nancy

[There were countless skirmishes on the Great Lakes between ships and of
all makes and during the War of 1812-14. "Well", Stan said, "we won the
damned war but from some of the accounts really have to wonder how!"]
The clothes men do give them airs, the fellows do compare.
A colonel's regimentals shine, and women them fair.
I am Alexander MacIntosh, a nephew to the
And I do distain men who are vain, the men powdered hair.
I command the Nancy Schooner from the Moy on St. Claire.
On the day of October, boys, I did set sail from there.
To the garrison at I quickly would repair
With Captain Maxwell and his wife and and powdered hair.
Aboard the
In bright.
the Nancy
With all his and bluster there, aboard the Nancy-o.
Below the St. Clair rapids I sent scouts the shore
To ask a friendly to say what lay before.
"Amherstburg has fallen, the same 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 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 I'll fight, the Nancy-o."
Well up comes Colonel Beaubien, then, who shouts as he near.
"Surrender up your and I swear you've naught to fear.
We've got your Captain Maxwell, sir, so spare his tears."
I, "I'll not but send you shot to buzz about your ears."
Well, they fired as we 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 the close of day.
the Nancy!
We sent shot and cheers.
the Nancy!
We watched running through the trees, aboard the Nancy-o.
Oh, military gentlemen, they bluster, and pray.
Nine sailors and the Nancy, boys, fifty run away.
The powder in their hair that day was sent their way
By poor and ragged sailor men, who swore they would stay.
the Nancy!
Six and found a day
the Nancy!
No uniforms for men to scorn, the Nancy-o.