Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

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

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

As she onward sped, I scratched me head,
And I looked 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 Cann from the of the Bann,
She's the of the County Down".

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

Well I've a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving began;
But fair and square I surrendered
To the of Rose McCann.
I'd a to let, and no tenant 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
Galway to Dublin town,
No maid I've like the sweet colleen
That I met in the Down.

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

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