Luyện nghe bài hát The Irish Rover

On the of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet of Cork
We were away, with a cargo of bricks
For the grand Hall in New York

T'was a wonderful craft, she was fore and aft
And oh, how the wild drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven
And they called her the Rover

We had one million bags of the Sligo rags
We had two barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses'
We had four million barrels of

We had five million hogs, six dogs
Seven million of porter
We had eight bales, of old nanny gold tails
In the hold of the Irish

There was old Mickey Coote who hard on his flute
When the ladies up for a set
He was tooting with skill, for each sparking
Though the were fluther'd and bet

With his smart, witty talk, he was cock of the
He rolled the under and over
They all knew at a glance, he took up his stance
he sailed on the Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee from the of the Lee
There was Hogan from County
There was Johnny McGurk, who was stiff of work
And your man from the West Meath called

The was slugger O'Toole, who was drunk as a
And fighting Bill from Dover
And your man Mick McCann, from the of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Rover

We had sailed years, when the measles broke out
And the ship its way in the fog
And whale of a crew, was reduced down to two
Just myself and the old dog

And the ship struck a rock, oh Lord, what a
The was turned right over
nine times around and the poor old dog was drowned
And that's to the Irish