Song | Boys That Wore the Green |
Artist | David Kincaid |
Album | The Irish Volunteer |
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[00:00.000] | 作曲 : William Woodburn |
[00:09.300] | On the twenty-first of July, beneath the burning sun. |
[00:15.168] | McDowell met the Southern troops in battle, at Bull Run; |
[00:21.176] | Above the Union vanguard, was proudly dancing seen, |
[00:27.084] | Beside the starry banner, old Erin's flag of green. |
[00:36.128] | Colonel Corcoran led the Sixty-ninth on that eventful day, |
[00:41.823] | I wish the Prince of Wales were there to see him in the fray; |
[00:47.803] | His charge upon the batteries was a most glorious scene, |
[00:53.723] | With gallant New York firemen, and the boys that wore the green. |
[01:02.606] | In the hottest of the fire there rode along the line |
[01:08.492] | A captain of a Zouave band, crying, "Now, boys, is your time;" |
[01:14.460] | Ah! who is he so proudly rides, with bold and dauntless mien? |
[01:20.382] | 'Tis Thomas Francis Meagher, of Erin's isle of green! |
[01:32.402] | The colors of the Sixty-ninth, I say it without shame, |
[01:38.093] | Were taken in the struggle to swell the victor's fame; |
[01:44.076] | But Farnham's dashing Zouaves, that run with the machine, |
[01:49.986] | Retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the green! |
[02:22.838] | Being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to flee, |
[02:28.624] | The Southern black horse cavalry on them charged furiously; |
[02:34.687] | But in that hour of peril, the flying mass to screen, |
[02:40.335] | Stood the gallant New York firemen, with the boys that wore the green. |
[02:49.377] | Oh, the boys of the Sixty-ninth, they are a gallant band, |
[02:55.070] | Bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land; |
[03:01.141] | Amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been, |
[03:06.929] | Than you lamented Haggerty, of Erin's isle of green. |
[03:18.980] | Farewell, my gallant countrymen, who fell that fatal day, |
[03:24.725] | Farewell, ye noble firemen, now mouldering in the clay; |
[03:30.659] | Whilst blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old machine, |
[03:36.479] | Your deeds will live bold Red Shirts, and Boys that Wore the Green! |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : William Woodburn |
[00:09.300] | On the twentyfirst of July, beneath the burning sun. |
[00:15.168] | McDowell met the Southern troops in battle, at Bull Run |
[00:21.176] | Above the Union vanguard, was proudly dancing seen, |
[00:27.084] | Beside the starry banner, old Erin' s flag of green. |
[00:36.128] | Colonel Corcoran led the Sixtyninth on that eventful day, |
[00:41.823] | I wish the Prince of Wales were there to see him in the fray |
[00:47.803] | His charge upon the batteries was a most glorious scene, |
[00:53.723] | With gallant New York firemen, and the boys that wore the green. |
[01:02.606] | In the hottest of the fire there rode along the line |
[01:08.492] | A captain of a Zouave band, crying, " Now, boys, is your time" |
[01:14.460] | Ah! who is he so proudly rides, with bold and dauntless mien? |
[01:20.382] | ' Tis Thomas Francis Meagher, of Erin' s isle of green! |
[01:32.402] | The colors of the Sixtyninth, I say it without shame, |
[01:38.093] | Were taken in the struggle to swell the victor' s fame |
[01:44.076] | But Farnham' s dashing Zouaves, that run with the machine, |
[01:49.986] | Retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the green! |
[02:22.838] | Being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to flee, |
[02:28.624] | The Southern black horse cavalry on them charged furiously |
[02:34.687] | But in that hour of peril, the flying mass to screen, |
[02:40.335] | Stood the gallant New York firemen, with the boys that wore the green. |
[02:49.377] | Oh, the boys of the Sixtyninth, they are a gallant band, |
[02:55.070] | Bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land |
[03:01.141] | Amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been, |
[03:06.929] | Than you lamented Haggerty, of Erin' s isle of green. |
[03:18.980] | Farewell, my gallant countrymen, who fell that fatal day, |
[03:24.725] | Farewell, ye noble firemen, now mouldering in the clay |
[03:30.659] | Whilst blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old machine, |
[03:36.479] | Your deeds will live bold Red Shirts, and Boys that Wore the Green! |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : William Woodburn |
[00:09.300] | On the twentyfirst of July, beneath the burning sun. |
[00:15.168] | McDowell met the Southern troops in battle, at Bull Run |
[00:21.176] | Above the Union vanguard, was proudly dancing seen, |
[00:27.084] | Beside the starry banner, old Erin' s flag of green. |
[00:36.128] | Colonel Corcoran led the Sixtyninth on that eventful day, |
[00:41.823] | I wish the Prince of Wales were there to see him in the fray |
[00:47.803] | His charge upon the batteries was a most glorious scene, |
[00:53.723] | With gallant New York firemen, and the boys that wore the green. |
[01:02.606] | In the hottest of the fire there rode along the line |
[01:08.492] | A captain of a Zouave band, crying, " Now, boys, is your time" |
[01:14.460] | Ah! who is he so proudly rides, with bold and dauntless mien? |
[01:20.382] | ' Tis Thomas Francis Meagher, of Erin' s isle of green! |
[01:32.402] | The colors of the Sixtyninth, I say it without shame, |
[01:38.093] | Were taken in the struggle to swell the victor' s fame |
[01:44.076] | But Farnham' s dashing Zouaves, that run with the machine, |
[01:49.986] | Retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the green! |
[02:22.838] | Being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to flee, |
[02:28.624] | The Southern black horse cavalry on them charged furiously |
[02:34.687] | But in that hour of peril, the flying mass to screen, |
[02:40.335] | Stood the gallant New York firemen, with the boys that wore the green. |
[02:49.377] | Oh, the boys of the Sixtyninth, they are a gallant band, |
[02:55.070] | Bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land |
[03:01.141] | Amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been, |
[03:06.929] | Than you lamented Haggerty, of Erin' s isle of green. |
[03:18.980] | Farewell, my gallant countrymen, who fell that fatal day, |
[03:24.725] | Farewell, ye noble firemen, now mouldering in the clay |
[03:30.659] | Whilst blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old machine, |
[03:36.479] | Your deeds will live bold Red Shirts, and Boys that Wore the Green! |