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 of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook
To be sure I was there.

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

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

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

Well I've 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 went and I asked no
From the Star of the Down.

From Bantry Bay up to quay and
From to Dublin town,
No maid I've like the sweet 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 bright and a hat cocked
For a from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no I'll yoke
Till my plough turns a coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own
Sits the of the County Down.

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