Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

Near Banbridge town in the Down
One last July,
From a boreen green 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 elf, sure I shook myself
To be I was really there.

From Bantry Bay up to Derry and
From to Dublin town,
No maid I've like the sweet colleen
I met in the County 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 mc Cann from the banks of the Bann,
the star of the County Down".

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

I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my career began;
But fair and square I surrendered
To the charms of 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
the Star of the County Down.

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

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

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