Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

Near town in the County Down
One last July,
From a green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she me by.
She looked so from her two bare feet
To the of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I myself
To be sure I was there.

From Bay up to Derry quay and
From to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen the sweet colleen
I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I me head,
And I looked with a rare,
And I say's, I, to a passer-by,
"whose the maid the nut brown hair"?
He at me and he said, said he,
"that's the gem of crown.
It's Rose mc Cann from the of the Bann,
the star of the County Down".

From Bantry Bay up to Derry and
From to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the sweet
That I met in the Down.

Well travelled a bit, but never was hit
my roving career began;
But fair and square I surrendered
To the of Rose McCann.
I'd a to let, and no tenant yet
Did I with in shawl or gown,
But in she and I asked no rent
From the of the County Down.

From Bantry Bay up to quay and
Galway to Dublin town,
No I've seen like the sweet colleen
I met in the County Down.

At the fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my clothes,
my shoes shone bright and a hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut rose.
No I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough turns a rust brown.
a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the of the County Down.

From Bantry Bay up to quay and
From to Dublin town,
No maid I've seen like the colleen
I met in the County Down.