Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his were smoky grey
He was lean the hurdies but his shooders they were big
The o' the Hielan glens, that was The Portree Kid

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He drum ho, he hey
The teuchter that cam frae
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His was an orra' man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Plough-Boy and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had seven notches on his cromack so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He poured a shot o' crabbies, he "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was being up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, you buy's a babycham

Now in the corner sat three men fae Auchtertool
They were playing for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner come up from Macmerry
He'd been a gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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Portree walked tae the table and he shouted me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
He threw sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But he landed on a snake, and finished on square one

The game was nearly over and Portree was fine
He'd on a ladder, he was up tae forty nine
He only had but one to go and the man was beat
But the gambler couped the board off, and shouted you're a

Men dived behind the rubber plants to try and their skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his dropped the spoons
He says I think its funny, been up that ladder twice
And ye a'ways the table, when I go to throw my dice

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The gambler drew his Sgian Dubh as fast as speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him o'er the
Then he gave him laldy wi' a salmon off the
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky claw

Portree walked up tae the bar, he I'll hae a half
And d'ye like the way I it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his features wracked wi'
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a stane

The fight went raging on all night till opening next day
Wi' a break for and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting o' obvious, that neither man would win
When came the shout stopped it all, there's a bus trip comin' in

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sing this song in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way down o'er the border, across the Rio
But what became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
They opened up a gift selling fresh air in a can

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