Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome
or the curlews cry
Or seen the raven as night
a windswept sky
To walk the purple
And the west wind cry
To know that's the rapparee must die

Cromwell pushed us westward
To our lowly lives
There's of us have deemed to fight
From mountains high
men with wills of iron
Who are not to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on

A upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who our Motherland
I you're rotting down in hell
For the that you sent
To our misfortunate
Whom you robbed of their
"To hell or Connaught" may you in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to
A rapparee by and deed
His family dispossessed and
They put a price upon his
His name is know in song and
His deeds are legends
And for blood money
Was young Ned of the

You have robbed our homes and
drove us from the land
You tried to break our
But never understand
The love of dear old
That will forge and will
As as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the