Meagher Is Leading the Irish Brigade Lyrics
| Song | Meagher Is Leading the Irish Brigade |
| Artist | David Kincaid |
| Album | The Irish Volunteer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:00.723] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:04.583] | The war blast is sounding o'er valley and hill |
| [00:09.359] | Too long you have laid in the bed of affliction |
| [00:13.193] | Your moans pierce my heart like a murmuring reel |
| [00:18.179] | Your leaders were banished, yet hope has not left you |
| [00:21.918] | Though firmly bound by the conqueror's chain |
| [00:26.621] | So draw your swords quickly, while strength has been left you |
| [00:30.403] | And make one bold dash for your freedom again |
| [00:35.305] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:39.128] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [00:44.016] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers |
| [00:47.715] | Now Meaghеr is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [00:54.560] | O how can you slumbеr, submissively yielding |
| [00:58.345] | While the eagle of freedom shrieks loud in the air? |
| [01:03.077] | And on strange battlefields you your sabres are wielding |
| [01:06.982] | No heroes or chieftain more noble are there |
| [01:11.917] | On history's pages, your fame is recorded |
| [01:15.599] | Yet the proud Saxon traitor your green hills pollute |
| [01:20.451] | And trample the flag which they should have regarded |
| [01:24.182] | So strike for your freedom at tyrants' root |
| [01:29.176] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [01:32.906] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [01:37.707] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [01:41.478] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [01:48.145] | What monster could look upon Erin's blue mountains |
| [01:52.104] | And view the gray fog looming up in the air |
| [01:56.960] | Or sit for a while by her bright crystal fountains |
| [02:00.686] | Without adding a tear of pure sympathy there? |
| [02:05.492] | Or see her grand castles, with ivy surrounded |
| [02:09.375] | Where now the lone cry of the night owl is heard |
| [02:14.092] | As her beautiful rivers with echo resounded |
| [02:17.908] | To answer the voice of the romantic birds |
| [02:22.764] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [02:26.593] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [02:31.448] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [02:35.128] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [03:18.226] | The famed Robert Emmet, by perjury smitten |
| [03:22.096] | His cold-blooded murder all nations could see |
| [03:27.087] | Now its time that his epitaph should have been written |
| [03:30.831] | And Erin once more be great, glorious, and free |
| [03:35.740] | With a worthy MacManus, that patriot martyr |
| [03:39.454] | Cold, cold in the grave, though their ashes remain |
| [03:44.300] | Yet their spirits forewarn that time is growing shorter |
| [03:48.126] | When Erin's green banner will float o'er the main |
| [03:53.066] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [03:56.759] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:01.715] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:05.341] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [04:12.588] | Remember the siege of sweet Limerick, fair city |
| [04:15.893] | When Sarsfield encountered the balance of power |
| [04:20.697] | And her heroic daughters, both loyal and witty |
| [04:24.522] | Saluted their foes with a hot boiling shower |
| [04:29.472] | Is such patriotism so easily forgotten |
| [04:33.153] | While the blood of our forefathers courses through our veins? |
| [04:38.007] | No! Their glory exists, though their bones may be rotten |
| [04:41.886] | To conquer our foes yet as Brian did the Danes |
| [04:46.783] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [04:50.467] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:55.329] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:59.067] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:04.156] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [05:07.758] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [05:12.684] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [05:16.359] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:21.540] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:00.723] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:04.583] | The war blast is sounding o' er valley and hill |
| [00:09.359] | Too long you have laid in the bed of affliction |
| [00:13.193] | Your moans pierce my heart like a murmuring reel |
| [00:18.179] | Your leaders were banished, yet hope has not left you |
| [00:21.918] | Though firmly bound by the conqueror' s chain |
| [00:26.621] | So draw your swords quickly, while strength has been left you |
| [00:30.403] | And make one bold dash for your freedom again |
| [00:35.305] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:39.128] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [00:44.016] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers |
| [00:47.715] | Now Meagh r is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [00:54.560] | O how can you slumb r, submissively yielding |
| [00:58.345] | While the eagle of freedom shrieks loud in the air? |
| [01:03.077] | And on strange battlefields you your sabres are wielding |
| [01:06.982] | No heroes or chieftain more noble are there |
| [01:11.917] | On history' s pages, your fame is recorded |
| [01:15.599] | Yet the proud Saxon traitor your green hills pollute |
| [01:20.451] | And trample the flag which they should have regarded |
| [01:24.182] | So strike for your freedom at tyrants' root |
| [01:29.176] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [01:32.906] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [01:37.707] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [01:41.478] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [01:48.145] | What monster could look upon Erin' s blue mountains |
| [01:52.104] | And view the gray fog looming up in the air |
| [01:56.960] | Or sit for a while by her bright crystal fountains |
| [02:00.686] | Without adding a tear of pure sympathy there? |
| [02:05.492] | Or see her grand castles, with ivy surrounded |
| [02:09.375] | Where now the lone cry of the night owl is heard |
| [02:14.092] | As her beautiful rivers with echo resounded |
| [02:17.908] | To answer the voice of the romantic birds |
| [02:22.764] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [02:26.593] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [02:31.448] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [02:35.128] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [03:18.226] | The famed Robert Emmet, by perjury smitten |
| [03:22.096] | His coldblooded murder all nations could see |
| [03:27.087] | Now its time that his epitaph should have been written |
| [03:30.831] | And Erin once more be great, glorious, and free |
| [03:35.740] | With a worthy MacManus, that patriot martyr |
| [03:39.454] | Cold, cold in the grave, though their ashes remain |
| [03:44.300] | Yet their spirits forewarn that time is growing shorter |
| [03:48.126] | When Erin' s green banner will float o' er the main |
| [03:53.066] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [03:56.759] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:01.715] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:05.341] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [04:12.588] | Remember the siege of sweet Limerick, fair city |
| [04:15.893] | When Sarsfield encountered the balance of power |
| [04:20.697] | And her heroic daughters, both loyal and witty |
| [04:24.522] | Saluted their foes with a hot boiling shower |
| [04:29.472] | Is such patriotism so easily forgotten |
| [04:33.153] | While the blood of our forefathers courses through our veins? |
| [04:38.007] | No! Their glory exists, though their bones may be rotten |
| [04:41.886] | To conquer our foes yet as Brian did the Danes |
| [04:46.783] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [04:50.467] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:55.329] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:59.067] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:04.156] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [05:07.758] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [05:12.684] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [05:16.359] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:21.540] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:00.723] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:04.583] | The war blast is sounding o' er valley and hill |
| [00:09.359] | Too long you have laid in the bed of affliction |
| [00:13.193] | Your moans pierce my heart like a murmuring reel |
| [00:18.179] | Your leaders were banished, yet hope has not left you |
| [00:21.918] | Though firmly bound by the conqueror' s chain |
| [00:26.621] | So draw your swords quickly, while strength has been left you |
| [00:30.403] | And make one bold dash for your freedom again |
| [00:35.305] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:39.128] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [00:44.016] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers |
| [00:47.715] | Now Meagh r is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [00:54.560] | O how can you slumb r, submissively yielding |
| [00:58.345] | While the eagle of freedom shrieks loud in the air? |
| [01:03.077] | And on strange battlefields you your sabres are wielding |
| [01:06.982] | No heroes or chieftain more noble are there |
| [01:11.917] | On history' s pages, your fame is recorded |
| [01:15.599] | Yet the proud Saxon traitor your green hills pollute |
| [01:20.451] | And trample the flag which they should have regarded |
| [01:24.182] | So strike for your freedom at tyrants' root |
| [01:29.176] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [01:32.906] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [01:37.707] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [01:41.478] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [01:48.145] | What monster could look upon Erin' s blue mountains |
| [01:52.104] | And view the gray fog looming up in the air |
| [01:56.960] | Or sit for a while by her bright crystal fountains |
| [02:00.686] | Without adding a tear of pure sympathy there? |
| [02:05.492] | Or see her grand castles, with ivy surrounded |
| [02:09.375] | Where now the lone cry of the night owl is heard |
| [02:14.092] | As her beautiful rivers with echo resounded |
| [02:17.908] | To answer the voice of the romantic birds |
| [02:22.764] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [02:26.593] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [02:31.448] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [02:35.128] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [03:18.226] | The famed Robert Emmet, by perjury smitten |
| [03:22.096] | His coldblooded murder all nations could see |
| [03:27.087] | Now its time that his epitaph should have been written |
| [03:30.831] | And Erin once more be great, glorious, and free |
| [03:35.740] | With a worthy MacManus, that patriot martyr |
| [03:39.454] | Cold, cold in the grave, though their ashes remain |
| [03:44.300] | Yet their spirits forewarn that time is growing shorter |
| [03:48.126] | When Erin' s green banner will float o' er the main |
| [03:53.066] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [03:56.759] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:01.715] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:05.341] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [04:12.588] | Remember the siege of sweet Limerick, fair city |
| [04:15.893] | When Sarsfield encountered the balance of power |
| [04:20.697] | And her heroic daughters, both loyal and witty |
| [04:24.522] | Saluted their foes with a hot boiling shower |
| [04:29.472] | Is such patriotism so easily forgotten |
| [04:33.153] | While the blood of our forefathers courses through our veins? |
| [04:38.007] | No! Their glory exists, though their bones may be rotten |
| [04:41.886] | To conquer our foes yet as Brian did the Danes |
| [04:46.783] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [04:50.467] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:55.329] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:59.067] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:04.156] | You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [05:07.758] | No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [05:12.684] | Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [05:16.359] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:21.540] | Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
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