Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills and the curlews cry
Or seen the black as night upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather and the westwind cry
To know that's the Rapparee must die

As since Cromwell us westward to live our lowly lives
There's of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with of iron who are not afraid to die
And who'll fight with Gaelic honor on high

A upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland
I you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak, a Rapparee by and deed
His dispossessed and slaughtered they put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story, his deeds are legends
And for blood money was young Ned of the hill

You have robbed our homes and fortunes even drove us our land
You tried to break our spirit but never understand
The of dear old Ireland that will forge and iron will
As long as are gallant men, like young Ned of the hill

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who our Motherland
I hope rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent
To our forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell