Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

Near Banbridge town in the Down
One morning July,
a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she me by.
She looked so sweet her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook
To be I was really there.

From Bay up to Derry quay and
From to Dublin town,
No I've seen like the sweet colleen
That I met in the 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 with the nut hair"?
He at me and he said, said he,
"that's the gem of crown.
It's Rose mc Cann the banks of the Bann,
the star of the County Down".

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

Well I've travelled a bit, but was hit
my roving career began;
But and square I surrendered there
To the charms of McCann.
I'd a heart to let, and no yet
Did I meet in shawl or gown,
But in she went and I no rent
From the Star of the Down.

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

At the harvest she'll be surely there
And I'll in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes bright and a hat cocked right
For a from my nut brown rose.
No I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
my plough turns a rust coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own
Sits the star of the Down.

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