Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

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

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

As she sped, sure 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,
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.

Well travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career
But fair and square I surrendered
To the charms of McCann.
I'd a heart to let, and no yet
Did I with in shawl or gown,
But in she and I asked no rent
From the of the County Down.

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

At the harvest fair be surely there
And dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone and a hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no I'll yoke
Till my plough a rust 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 maid seen like the sweet colleen
I met in the County Down.