Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

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

As since Cromwell pushed us westward to live our lives
some of us have deemed to fight from Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron who are not to die
And who'll fight with Gaelic held on high

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

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

You have our homes and fortunes even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit but you'll never
The love of dear old Ireland 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 raped our
I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell