Song | The Dreadful Engagement |
Artist | David Kincaid |
Album | The Irish-American's Song |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:01.334] | You Irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old |
[00:06.921] | A doleful lamentation now to you I will unfold |
[00:11.864] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[00:19.561] | One hundred gallant Irishmen, we are left for to deplore |
[00:24.595] | Whose bodies fell a-victim upon fair Columbia's shore |
[00:29.729] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[00:37.415] | It was at the siege of New Orleans, upon the ninth of May |
[00:42.617] | Our countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day |
[00:47.560] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[00:55.461] | They were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel |
[01:00.492] | But Erin's sons did loudly cry, we'll die before we kneel |
[01:05.482] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[01:29.058] | They were repulsed, they could not stand, exertion proved in vain |
[01:33.871] | They strove to break the enemy's force, and drive them from the plain |
[01:38.997] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[01:46.711] | But alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play |
[01:51.844] | Not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day |
[01:56.514] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[02:04.772] | To see the streets that evening, each heart would rend with pain |
[02:09.894] | The human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream |
[02:14.838] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[02:22.680] | Men's heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see |
[02:27.773] | And wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony |
[02:32.902] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[02:56.439] | The federals they did then advanced and broken through the town |
[03:01.147] | They trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground |
[03:06.014] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[03:14.087] | The wounded called for mercy but none they did receive |
[03:19.217] | They numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave |
[03:23.883] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[03:32.004] | Three hundred killed and wounded that then lay in their grave |
[03:37.091] | One half of them were Irishmen far from their native shore |
[03:42.226] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[03:50.066] | Poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day |
[03:55.015] | They let their lovely children go on to Americay |
[03:59.881] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[04:23.448] | For ye that hear those doleful lines, do not neglect to toil |
[04:28.298] | An they everfore enlighten good on St. Patricks Isle |
[04:33.520] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[04:41.308] | And a drink upon our countrymen who left their native shore |
[04:46.385] | Their friends may mourn for their loss they'll never see them more |
[04:51.116] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[04:59.284] | Now to conclude with these few lines, with grief I'll say no more |
[05:04.369] | You know it was through poverty they left their native shore |
[05:09.177] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[05:17.292] | They had no one to heal their wounds, may angels them surround |
[05:22.331] | Before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown |
[05:27.091] | With me too-rai-ah, m'faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da, too-nai-doh |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:01.334] | You Irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old |
[00:06.921] | A doleful lamentation now to you I will unfold |
[00:11.864] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[00:19.561] | One hundred gallant Irishmen, we are left for to deplore |
[00:24.595] | Whose bodies fell avictim upon fair Columbia' s shore |
[00:29.729] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[00:37.415] | It was at the siege of New Orleans, upon the ninth of May |
[00:42.617] | Our countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day |
[00:47.560] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[00:55.461] | They were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel |
[01:00.492] | But Erin' s sons did loudly cry, we' ll die before we kneel |
[01:05.482] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[01:29.058] | They were repulsed, they could not stand, exertion proved in vain |
[01:33.871] | They strove to break the enemy' s force, and drive them from the plain |
[01:38.997] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[01:46.711] | But alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play |
[01:51.844] | Not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day |
[01:56.514] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[02:04.772] | To see the streets that evening, each heart would rend with pain |
[02:09.894] | The human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream |
[02:14.838] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[02:22.680] | Men' s heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see |
[02:27.773] | And wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony |
[02:32.902] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[02:56.439] | The federals they did then advanced and broken through the town |
[03:01.147] | They trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground |
[03:06.014] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[03:14.087] | The wounded called for mercy but none they did receive |
[03:19.217] | They numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave |
[03:23.883] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[03:32.004] | Three hundred killed and wounded that then lay in their grave |
[03:37.091] | One half of them were Irishmen far from their native shore |
[03:42.226] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[03:50.066] | Poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day |
[03:55.015] | They let their lovely children go on to Americay |
[03:59.881] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[04:23.448] | For ye that hear those doleful lines, do not neglect to toil |
[04:28.298] | An they everfore enlighten good on St. Patricks Isle |
[04:33.520] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[04:41.308] | And a drink upon our countrymen who left their native shore |
[04:46.385] | Their friends may mourn for their loss they' ll never see them more |
[04:51.116] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[04:59.284] | Now to conclude with these few lines, with grief I' ll say no more |
[05:04.369] | You know it was through poverty they left their native shore |
[05:09.177] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |
[05:17.292] | They had no one to heal their wounds, may angels them surround |
[05:22.331] | Before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown |
[05:27.091] | With me tooraiah, m' faddledeedleda, tooraiarraifaddleeedleda, toonaidoh |