Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

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

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

Of one such man I'd like to speak, a Rapparee by name and
His family and slaughtered they put a price upon 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 our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land
You tried to our spirit but you'll never understand
The love of dear old that will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men, like young Ned of the

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