Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

As since pushed 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 with Gaelic honor held on high

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

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

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

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