Luyện nghe bài hát Boulavogue

(P.J.McCall)
At Boulavogue, as the sun was
bright May meadows of Shelmalier,
A rebel hand set the blazing
And the neighbors from far and near.
Father Murphy, from old Kilcormack,
Spurred up the rocks with a cry;
"Arm! Arm!" he cried, "for I've to lead you,
For Ireland's freedom we or die."
He led us on the coming soldiers,
The Yeomen we put to flight;
at the Harrow the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookey's how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King of England,
Search every kingdom breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy of the Wexford
Sweeps o'er the like a mighty wave.
We took and Enniscorthy,
And storming drove out our foes;
'Twas at Slieve our pikes were reeking
With the stream of the beaten yeos.
At and Ballyellis
Full many a lay in his gore;
Ah, Murphy, had aid come over,
The green flag floated shore to shore!
At Vinegar Hill, the pleasant Slaney,
Our heroes stood back to back,
And the Yeos at Tullow Father Murphy
And burned his upon the rack.
God grant you glory, Father Murphy,
And open Heaven to all your
The cause that you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the again.
by Galvin, Clancys
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