Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

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

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

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

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

I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving began;
But fair and I surrendered there
To the of Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let, and no yet
Did I meet in shawl or gown,
But in she went and I asked no
From the of the County Down.

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

At the harvest fair she'll be there
And I'll in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone and a hat cocked right
For a smile my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no I'll yoke
Till my plough turns a coloured brown.
Till a bride, by my own fireside
Sits the of the County Down.

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