Song | Wolfe Tone |
Artist | Cruachan |
Album | The Morrigan's Call |
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作曲 : Fay, Ryan | |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, | |
Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. | |
He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. | |
When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. | |
The society of (united) Irishmen he founded in 1791. | |
They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. | |
Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. | |
All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. | |
He fought the fight he knew was right. | |
For liberty he would give his life. | |
His cause was just, his reasons fair: | |
to free poor Eireann from despair. | |
In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! | |
The French would help the Irish cause; the flame of hope was burning bright. | |
But not for long I’m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. | |
Their spies had told them all and more; this rebellion failed again! | |
Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, | |
faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. | |
Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat; he used his own kitchen knife. | |
“After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life.” | |
He fought the fight he knew was right. | |
For liberty he would give his life. | |
His cause was just, his reasons fair: | |
to free poor Eireann from despair |
zuo qu : Fay, Ryan | |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, | |
Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. | |
He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. | |
When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. | |
The society of united Irishmen he founded in 1791. | |
They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. | |
Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. | |
All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. | |
He fought the fight he knew was right. | |
For liberty he would give his life. | |
His cause was just, his reasons fair: | |
to free poor Eireann from despair. | |
In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! | |
The French would help the Irish cause the flame of hope was burning bright. | |
But not for long I' m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. | |
Their spies had told them all and more this rebellion failed again! | |
Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, | |
faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. | |
Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat he used his own kitchen knife. | |
" After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life." | |
He fought the fight he knew was right. | |
For liberty he would give his life. | |
His cause was just, his reasons fair: | |
to free poor Eireann from despair |
zuò qǔ : Fay, Ryan | |
Born in occupied Dublin town, as the sun shone down on tyranny, | |
Wolfe Tone grew up a privileged man, receiving a Trinity college degree. | |
He despaired for his fellow countrymen under the rule of the British crown. | |
When they rose up to claim their land, the British always beat them down. | |
The society of united Irishmen he founded in 1791. | |
They called for freedom from the crown. They wanted justice to be done. | |
Outlawed they were for their noble views. Wolfe Tone was exiled from his land. | |
All talk of freedom and liberty was forbidden and completely banned. | |
He fought the fight he knew was right. | |
For liberty he would give his life. | |
His cause was just, his reasons fair: | |
to free poor Eireann from despair. | |
In Paris he got the support he craved: troops and supplies to aid his fight! | |
The French would help the Irish cause the flame of hope was burning bright. | |
But not for long I' m sad to say, the British knew both where and when. | |
Their spies had told them all and more this rebellion failed again! | |
Peasants armed with farming tools, filled with honour, strength and pride, | |
faced the might of British steel. Thirty thousand Irish died. | |
Wolfe Tone was captured. He cut his throat he used his own kitchen knife. | |
" After such heroic a sacrifice, it is no great effort to add my life." | |
He fought the fight he knew was right. | |
For liberty he would give his life. | |
His cause was just, his reasons fair: | |
to free poor Eireann from despair |