Luyện nghe bài hát The Parting Glass

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

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

As she onward sped, sure I me head,
And I looked a feelin' 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.
Rose mc Cann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the of the County Down".

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

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

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

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

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