Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

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

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

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

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

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