[00:00.000] 作曲 : Brian Warfield
[00:13.146]To the tiny homesteads of the west
[00:17.091]The recruiting sergeant came
[00:19.903]He promised all a future bright
[00:25.164]So the brave men went off to fight
[00:29.124]For the Empire and her laws
[00:31.550]
[00:32.378]And many's a victory they had won
[00:36.290]Many hardships they had seen
[00:38.994]They fought and died side by side
[00:44.524]Their enemies they had defied
[00:47.327]And for a foreign king
[00:50.457]
[00:51.782]The drums they were a-beating time
[00:55.611]While the pipes they loudly played
[00:58.758]When Daly died the drums did beat
[01:03.660]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[01:06.736]Now we beat the drums no more
[01:09.739]
[01:10.863]While serving in a far-off land
[01:14.699]The news had come from home
[01:17.529]Of our people's fate it did relate
[01:22.941]Of the Tans and their campaign of hate
[01:26.094]And we're fighting on their side
[01:30.038]Arise, arise, young Daly cried
[01:34.034]Come join along with me
[01:36.768]We'll strike a blow for liberty
[01:42.393]A regimental mutiny
[01:45.146]In support of friends at home
[01:49.251]
[01:49.871]The drums they were a-beating time
[01:53.438]While the pipes they loudly played
[01:56.033]When Daly died the drums did beat
[02:01.545]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[02:04.396]Now we beat the drums no more
[02:07.632]
[02:08.802]And the colonel stood before his troops
[02:12.891]Those men who mutinied
[02:15.461]He told them of those honors won
[02:21.086]But the men stood in the blazing sun
[02:23.884]Saying we'll fight your war no more
[02:27.443]
[02:27.951]For cannon fodder we had been
[02:32.134]For the French at Waterloo
[02:35.009][02:40.510]We fought your every bloody war
[02:43.984]And we'll fight your war no more
[02:46.429]
[02:49.032]The drums they were a-beating time
[02:52.910]While the pipes they loudly played
[02:55.712]When Daly died the drums did beat
[03:01.300]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[03:03.982]Now we beat the drums no more
[03:07.629]
[03:08.145]Those men got penal servitude
[03:12.315]And Daly's condemned to die
[03:15.192]Far from his home in Tyrrell Pass
[03:20.684]This young man's died in Ireland's cause
[03:23.484]Far from his native land
[03:27.816]
[03:28.117]The drums they were a-beating time
[03:31.882]While the pipes they loudly played
[03:34.535]When Daly died the drums did beat
[03:40.061]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[03:43.386]Now we beat the drums no more