Song | Young Jimmy In Flanders |
Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
Album | Fire In The Glen |
作词 : Stewart, Stewart | |
Will ye go tae | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmy-o? | |
Oh will ye go tae | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmy-o? | |
There you'll get wine and brandy | |
And medals find and dandy, | |
O will ye go to | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmy-o? | |
Oh dinnae go tae | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmy-o! | |
Dinnae go tae | |
Flanders, my own dear | |
Jimmy-o! What good tae me is brandy | |
And medals find and dandy, | |
If you're lyin' deid on | |
Flanders, | |
My Jimmy-o? | |
Will ye go tae | |
Flanders, young | |
Jimmy-o? And serve those who command us, | |
Young Jimmy-o? | |
We fight the fearful | |
Hun With our long | |
Lee-Enfield guns | |
Though he's just your fellow man | |
When we stop for | |
Christmas day. | |
Jimmy went to | |
Flanders so many years ago, | |
To the Somme, to | |
Ypres and | |
Arras, not so many years ago. | |
He played his pipes to battle | |
And the laddies died like cattle | |
And the brandy was drunk in | |
Whitehall | |
A million miles away. | |
What saw ye there in | |
Flanders, my | |
Jimmy-o? What se ye there in | |
Flanders, | |
My Own Jimmy-o? | |
We rang the victory bells | |
Over every foe that fell | |
Workin' men just like mysel', | |
My Rosie-o. |
zuò cí : Stewart, Stewart | |
Will ye go tae | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmyo? | |
Oh will ye go tae | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmyo? | |
There you' ll get wine and brandy | |
And medals find and dandy, | |
O will ye go to | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmyo? | |
Oh dinnae go tae | |
Flanders, | |
Young Jimmyo! | |
Dinnae go tae | |
Flanders, my own dear | |
Jimmyo! What good tae me is brandy | |
And medals find and dandy, | |
If you' re lyin' deid on | |
Flanders, | |
My Jimmyo? | |
Will ye go tae | |
Flanders, young | |
Jimmyo? And serve those who command us, | |
Young Jimmyo? | |
We fight the fearful | |
Hun With our long | |
LeeEnfield guns | |
Though he' s just your fellow man | |
When we stop for | |
Christmas day. | |
Jimmy went to | |
Flanders so many years ago, | |
To the Somme, to | |
Ypres and | |
Arras, not so many years ago. | |
He played his pipes to battle | |
And the laddies died like cattle | |
And the brandy was drunk in | |
Whitehall | |
A million miles away. | |
What saw ye there in | |
Flanders, my | |
Jimmyo? What se ye there in | |
Flanders, | |
My Own Jimmyo? | |
We rang the victory bells | |
Over every foe that fell | |
Workin' men just like mysel', | |
My Rosieo. |