Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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