Song | Young America and Ould Ireland |
Artist | David Kincaid |
Album | The Irish-American's Song |
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[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:16.637] | It's a soldier I am, and I'm wearing the green |
[00:20.121] | With the boys of the army, a-fighting I've been |
[00:23.853] | With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be |
[00:27.478] | Sure it's Union I fight for, 'til Ireland is free |
[00:31.089] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[00:34.846] | It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing |
[00:38.292] | But the tyrant I'll still be defying |
[00:42.067] | In America's Irish Brigade |
[00:49.572] | In the Seven Days fight, sure I stood at my post |
[00:53.115] | And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost |
[00:56.707] | And whenever the word came to charge, be me soul |
[01:00.448] | I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole |
[01:04.095] | Oh bedad, it's myself they were slighting |
[01:07.742] | For the flag of the free I was fighting |
[01:11.381] | And the slaughter I made was delighting |
[01:15.121] | In America's Irish Brigade |
[01:33.240] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[01:36.966] | It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing |
[01:40.561] | But the tyrant I'll still be defying |
[01:44.160] | In America's Irish Brigade |
[01:48.122] | When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick |
[01:51.719] | It's myself and the boys drove him back double-quick |
[01:55.262] | For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full |
[01:58.900] | And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull |
[02:02.887] | If the boys of old Ireland would name it |
[02:06.244] | Our freedom, we soon would regain it |
[02:09.786] | It's myself would go in with my bayonet |
[02:13.464] | In America's Irish Brigade |
[02:20.826] | So there's hope for old Ireland, when Irishmen learn |
[02:24.555] | How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn |
[02:28.007] | And by this and by that, if we once get the chance |
[02:31.882] | There'll be rifles in England that don't come from France |
[02:35.471] | Sure, it's friends we have here when we need them |
[02:39.108] | Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them |
[02:42.937] | And they'll help us to fight for our freedom |
[02:46.529] | In America's Irish Brigade |
[02:50.069] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[02:54.136] | It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing |
[02:57.365] | But the tyrant I'll still be defying |
[03:01.133] | In America's Irish Brigade |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:16.637] | It' s a soldier I am, and I' m wearing the green |
[00:20.121] | With the boys of the army, afighting I' ve been |
[00:23.853] | With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be |
[00:27.478] | Sure it' s Union I fight for, ' til Ireland is free |
[00:31.089] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[00:34.846] | It' s a sigh for the old sod I' m sighing |
[00:38.292] | But the tyrant I' ll still be defying |
[00:42.067] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[00:49.572] | In the Seven Days fight, sure I stood at my post |
[00:53.115] | And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost |
[00:56.707] | And whenever the word came to charge, be me soul |
[01:00.448] | I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole |
[01:04.095] | Oh bedad, it' s myself they were slighting |
[01:07.742] | For the flag of the free I was fighting |
[01:11.381] | And the slaughter I made was delighting |
[01:15.121] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[01:33.240] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[01:36.966] | It' s a sigh for the old sod I' m sighing |
[01:40.561] | But the tyrant I' ll still be defying |
[01:44.160] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[01:48.122] | When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick |
[01:51.719] | It' s myself and the boys drove him back doublequick |
[01:55.262] | For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full |
[01:58.900] | And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull |
[02:02.887] | If the boys of old Ireland would name it |
[02:06.244] | Our freedom, we soon would regain it |
[02:09.786] | It' s myself would go in with my bayonet |
[02:13.464] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[02:20.826] | So there' s hope for old Ireland, when Irishmen learn |
[02:24.555] | How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn |
[02:28.007] | And by this and by that, if we once get the chance |
[02:31.882] | There' ll be rifles in England that don' t come from France |
[02:35.471] | Sure, it' s friends we have here when we need them |
[02:39.108] | Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them |
[02:42.937] | And they' ll help us to fight for our freedom |
[02:46.529] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[02:50.069] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[02:54.136] | It' s a sigh for the old sod I' m sighing |
[02:57.365] | But the tyrant I' ll still be defying |
[03:01.133] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:16.637] | It' s a soldier I am, and I' m wearing the green |
[00:20.121] | With the boys of the army, afighting I' ve been |
[00:23.853] | With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be |
[00:27.478] | Sure it' s Union I fight for, ' til Ireland is free |
[00:31.089] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[00:34.846] | It' s a sigh for the old sod I' m sighing |
[00:38.292] | But the tyrant I' ll still be defying |
[00:42.067] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[00:49.572] | In the Seven Days fight, sure I stood at my post |
[00:53.115] | And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost |
[00:56.707] | And whenever the word came to charge, be me soul |
[01:00.448] | I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole |
[01:04.095] | Oh bedad, it' s myself they were slighting |
[01:07.742] | For the flag of the free I was fighting |
[01:11.381] | And the slaughter I made was delighting |
[01:15.121] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[01:33.240] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[01:36.966] | It' s a sigh for the old sod I' m sighing |
[01:40.561] | But the tyrant I' ll still be defying |
[01:44.160] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[01:48.122] | When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick |
[01:51.719] | It' s myself and the boys drove him back doublequick |
[01:55.262] | For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full |
[01:58.900] | And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull |
[02:02.887] | If the boys of old Ireland would name it |
[02:06.244] | Our freedom, we soon would regain it |
[02:09.786] | It' s myself would go in with my bayonet |
[02:13.464] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[02:20.826] | So there' s hope for old Ireland, when Irishmen learn |
[02:24.555] | How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn |
[02:28.007] | And by this and by that, if we once get the chance |
[02:31.882] | There' ll be rifles in England that don' t come from France |
[02:35.471] | Sure, it' s friends we have here when we need them |
[02:39.108] | Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them |
[02:42.937] | And they' ll help us to fight for our freedom |
[02:46.529] | In America' s Irish Brigade |
[02:50.069] | Oh, then let me be living or dying |
[02:54.136] | It' s a sigh for the old sod I' m sighing |
[02:57.365] | But the tyrant I' ll still be defying |
[03:01.133] | In America' s Irish Brigade |