Luyện nghe bài hát Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the hills and heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather and hear the cry
To know where the Rapparee must die

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

A curse upon you Cromwell, you who raped 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

Of one such man I'd like to speak, a Rapparee by name and
His family dispossessed and slaughtered they put a upon his head
His name is in song and story, his deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood 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 you'll understand
The love of dear old that will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men, like Ned of the hill

A upon 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 of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you in hell tonight