Song | By the Hush |
Artist | Andy M. Stewart |
Album | By the Hush |
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作词 : Traditional | |
By the Hush | |
It's by the hush, me boys | |
I'm sure that's to hold your noise, | |
And listen to poor | |
Paddy's narration. | |
For I was by hunger pressed, | |
And in poverty distressed, | |
And I took a thought | |
I'd leave the | |
Irish nation. cho: | |
So, here's you boys, | |
Do take my advice; | |
To Americay | |
I'd have youse not be farin' | |
For there's nothing here but war, | |
Where the murdering cannons roar, | |
And I wish | |
I was at home in dear old | |
Erin. I sold me horse and plough, | |
Me little pigs and cow, | |
And me little farm of land and | |
I parted. | |
And me sweetheart, | |
Biddy McGhee, | |
I'm sure I'll never see, | |
For I left her there that morning, broken hearted. cho: | |
Meself, and a hundred more, | |
To America sailed o'er, | |
Our fortune to be making, we was thinking; | |
But when we landed in | |
Yankee land, | |
They shoved a gun into our hand, | |
Saying," Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. " cho: | |
General Mahar (Meagher) to us said, "If you get shot or lose your head, Every murdered soul of you will get a pension." | |
Well, in the war | |
I lost me leg | |
All I've now is a wooden peg; | |
I tell you, 'tis the truth to you | |
I'll mention. cho: | |
Now I think meself in luck | |
To be fed upon | |
Indian buck | |
In old Ireland, the country | |
I delight in; | |
And with the devil | |
I do say, "Curse Americay, " | |
For I'm sure | |
I've had enough on their hard fighting |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
By the Hush | |
It' s by the hush, me boys | |
I' m sure that' s to hold your noise, | |
And listen to poor | |
Paddy' s narration. | |
For I was by hunger pressed, | |
And in poverty distressed, | |
And I took a thought | |
I' d leave the | |
Irish nation. cho: | |
So, here' s you boys, | |
Do take my advice | |
To Americay | |
I' d have youse not be farin' | |
For there' s nothing here but war, | |
Where the murdering cannons roar, | |
And I wish | |
I was at home in dear old | |
Erin. I sold me horse and plough, | |
Me little pigs and cow, | |
And me little farm of land and | |
I parted. | |
And me sweetheart, | |
Biddy McGhee, | |
I' m sure I' ll never see, | |
For I left her there that morning, broken hearted. cho: | |
Meself, and a hundred more, | |
To America sailed o' er, | |
Our fortune to be making, we was thinking | |
But when we landed in | |
Yankee land, | |
They shoved a gun into our hand, | |
Saying," Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. " cho: | |
General Mahar Meagher to us said, " If you get shot or lose your head, Every murdered soul of you will get a pension." | |
Well, in the war | |
I lost me leg | |
All I' ve now is a wooden peg | |
I tell you, ' tis the truth to you | |
I' ll mention. cho: | |
Now I think meself in luck | |
To be fed upon | |
Indian buck | |
In old Ireland, the country | |
I delight in | |
And with the devil | |
I do say, " Curse Americay, " | |
For I' m sure | |
I' ve had enough on their hard fighting |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
By the Hush | |
It' s by the hush, me boys | |
I' m sure that' s to hold your noise, | |
And listen to poor | |
Paddy' s narration. | |
For I was by hunger pressed, | |
And in poverty distressed, | |
And I took a thought | |
I' d leave the | |
Irish nation. cho: | |
So, here' s you boys, | |
Do take my advice | |
To Americay | |
I' d have youse not be farin' | |
For there' s nothing here but war, | |
Where the murdering cannons roar, | |
And I wish | |
I was at home in dear old | |
Erin. I sold me horse and plough, | |
Me little pigs and cow, | |
And me little farm of land and | |
I parted. | |
And me sweetheart, | |
Biddy McGhee, | |
I' m sure I' ll never see, | |
For I left her there that morning, broken hearted. cho: | |
Meself, and a hundred more, | |
To America sailed o' er, | |
Our fortune to be making, we was thinking | |
But when we landed in | |
Yankee land, | |
They shoved a gun into our hand, | |
Saying," Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln. " cho: | |
General Mahar Meagher to us said, " If you get shot or lose your head, Every murdered soul of you will get a pension." | |
Well, in the war | |
I lost me leg | |
All I' ve now is a wooden peg | |
I tell you, ' tis the truth to you | |
I' ll mention. cho: | |
Now I think meself in luck | |
To be fed upon | |
Indian buck | |
In old Ireland, the country | |
I delight in | |
And with the devil | |
I do say, " Curse Americay, " | |
For I' m sure | |
I' ve had enough on their hard fighting |