歌曲 | The Irish Sixty-Ninth |
歌手 | David Kincaid |
专辑 | The Irish-American's Song |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:43.091] | To Erin's sons of hill and plain, come listen to my feeble strain |
[00:47.610] | Perhaps you'll think it but a dream, though every line is true |
[00:52.136] | I'll sing you of our long campaign, through Summer's sun and Winter's rain |
[00:56.807] | To Richmond's gates and back again, I will relate to you |
[01:03.673] | It was in August Sixty-One, that Colonel Owen took command |
[01:08.430] | And brought us into Maryland, then let it rain or shine; |
[01:12.988] | He drilled us every day we rose, to learn us how to thresh our foes |
[01:17.612] | And often have they felt the blows of the gallant Sixty-Ninth |
[01:24.470] | In February Sixty-Two, when passing in a grand review |
[01:29.182] | We were told our foes we should pursue, and Richmond overthrow |
[01:33.659] | To Washington we went straightway, and sailed in steamers down the Bay |
[01:38.362] | Until that we were stopped next day, to land at Fort Monroe |
[01:47.502] | At Hampton then we camp'd around, until brave Little Mac came down |
[01:52.164] | And ordered us up to Yorktown, our strength there to combine; |
[01:56.680] | Where there we work'd both night and day, and drove the rebel hordes away |
[02:01.260] | And walking through the town next day, was the Irish Sixty-Ninth |
[02:08.211] | From Yorktown then we sailed away, and landed at West Point next day |
[02:12.901] | And gaily marched along the way, and camped among the Pines |
[02:17.510] | And there we stopped three weeks or more, until we heard the cannons roar |
[02:22.026] | And musketry came like a shower, along the rebel lines |
[02:28.976] | Then double quick away we went, across the river we were sent |
[02:33.592] | To drive the rebels back we meant, no man fell out of line |
[02:38.252] | There Philadelphia's adopted sons, bravely supported Rickett's guns |
[02:42.868] | And when away the rebels run, cheers the gallant Sixty-Ninth |
[03:09.524] | At Fair Oaks then long weeks we lay, and picket fighting night and day |
[03:14.036] | I have seen our brave boys borne away, and some in death grow pale |
[03:18.593] | And in the seven days fight going back, on bloody fields we left our track |
[03:23.351] | When other regiments falling back, we stood as at Glendale |
[03:30.084] | Where horse and foot retreat that day, all bleeding from that dreadful fray |
[03:34.764] | Right manfully we fought our way, in one unbroken line |
[03:39.310] | And when our bullets all were spent, three cheers we for the Union sent |
[03:44.082] | And charging at the grey coats went, the Irish Sixty-Ninth |
[03:50.921] | And on Antietam field again, we boldly faced the Iron rain |
[03:55.499] | Some of our boys upon the plain, they found a bloody grave |
[04:00.167] | Where our brave General, Little Mac, made boasting Lee to clear the track |
[04:04.740] | And take his ragged rebels back, across Potomac's wave |
[04:14.021] | At Fredericksburg our old brigade, with Owen, who never was afraid |
[04:18.550] | As soon as the pontoon was laid, we crossed in the first line |
[04:23.169] | And though the bullets flew around, we drove the grey coats from the town |
[04:27.795] | Such work is always done up brown, by the Irish Sixty-Ninth |
[04:34.648] | Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield |
[04:39.400] | For the rebels had a Stonewall shield, protected front and rear |
[04:43.863] | The cannons blazing shot and shell, it was like the gaping jaws of hell |
[04:48.563] | Where many a brave man round us fell, we boldly done our share |
[04:55.383] | O'Kane, our Colonel, nobly stood, where the grass was turning red with blood |
[05:00.099] | And growing to a crimson flood, we still kept in our line |
[05:04.609] | Though many got a bloody shroud, as Philadelphia's sons we are proud |
[05:09.280] | And sing the deeds in praises loud, of the gallant Sixty-Ninth |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:43.091] | To Erin' s sons of hill and plain, come listen to my feeble strain |
[00:47.610] | Perhaps you' ll think it but a dream, though every line is true |
[00:52.136] | I' ll sing you of our long campaign, through Summer' s sun and Winter' s rain |
[00:56.807] | To Richmond' s gates and back again, I will relate to you |
[01:03.673] | It was in August SixtyOne, that Colonel Owen took command |
[01:08.430] | And brought us into Maryland, then let it rain or shine |
[01:12.988] | He drilled us every day we rose, to learn us how to thresh our foes |
[01:17.612] | And often have they felt the blows of the gallant SixtyNinth |
[01:24.470] | In February SixtyTwo, when passing in a grand review |
[01:29.182] | We were told our foes we should pursue, and Richmond overthrow |
[01:33.659] | To Washington we went straightway, and sailed in steamers down the Bay |
[01:38.362] | Until that we were stopped next day, to land at Fort Monroe |
[01:47.502] | At Hampton then we camp' d around, until brave Little Mac came down |
[01:52.164] | And ordered us up to Yorktown, our strength there to combine |
[01:56.680] | Where there we work' d both night and day, and drove the rebel hordes away |
[02:01.260] | And walking through the town next day, was the Irish SixtyNinth |
[02:08.211] | From Yorktown then we sailed away, and landed at West Point next day |
[02:12.901] | And gaily marched along the way, and camped among the Pines |
[02:17.510] | And there we stopped three weeks or more, until we heard the cannons roar |
[02:22.026] | And musketry came like a shower, along the rebel lines |
[02:28.976] | Then double quick away we went, across the river we were sent |
[02:33.592] | To drive the rebels back we meant, no man fell out of line |
[02:38.252] | There Philadelphia' s adopted sons, bravely supported Rickett' s guns |
[02:42.868] | And when away the rebels run, cheers the gallant SixtyNinth |
[03:09.524] | At Fair Oaks then long weeks we lay, and picket fighting night and day |
[03:14.036] | I have seen our brave boys borne away, and some in death grow pale |
[03:18.593] | And in the seven days fight going back, on bloody fields we left our track |
[03:23.351] | When other regiments falling back, we stood as at Glendale |
[03:30.084] | Where horse and foot retreat that day, all bleeding from that dreadful fray |
[03:34.764] | Right manfully we fought our way, in one unbroken line |
[03:39.310] | And when our bullets all were spent, three cheers we for the Union sent |
[03:44.082] | And charging at the grey coats went, the Irish SixtyNinth |
[03:50.921] | And on Antietam field again, we boldly faced the Iron rain |
[03:55.499] | Some of our boys upon the plain, they found a bloody grave |
[04:00.167] | Where our brave General, Little Mac, made boasting Lee to clear the track |
[04:04.740] | And take his ragged rebels back, across Potomac' s wave |
[04:14.021] | At Fredericksburg our old brigade, with Owen, who never was afraid |
[04:18.550] | As soon as the pontoon was laid, we crossed in the first line |
[04:23.169] | And though the bullets flew around, we drove the grey coats from the town |
[04:27.795] | Such work is always done up brown, by the Irish SixtyNinth |
[04:34.648] | Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield |
[04:39.400] | For the rebels had a Stonewall shield, protected front and rear |
[04:43.863] | The cannons blazing shot and shell, it was like the gaping jaws of hell |
[04:48.563] | Where many a brave man round us fell, we boldly done our share |
[04:55.383] | O' Kane, our Colonel, nobly stood, where the grass was turning red with blood |
[05:00.099] | And growing to a crimson flood, we still kept in our line |
[05:04.609] | Though many got a bloody shroud, as Philadelphia' s sons we are proud |
[05:09.280] | And sing the deeds in praises loud, of the gallant SixtyNinth |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
[00:43.091] | To Erin' s sons of hill and plain, come listen to my feeble strain |
[00:47.610] | Perhaps you' ll think it but a dream, though every line is true |
[00:52.136] | I' ll sing you of our long campaign, through Summer' s sun and Winter' s rain |
[00:56.807] | To Richmond' s gates and back again, I will relate to you |
[01:03.673] | It was in August SixtyOne, that Colonel Owen took command |
[01:08.430] | And brought us into Maryland, then let it rain or shine |
[01:12.988] | He drilled us every day we rose, to learn us how to thresh our foes |
[01:17.612] | And often have they felt the blows of the gallant SixtyNinth |
[01:24.470] | In February SixtyTwo, when passing in a grand review |
[01:29.182] | We were told our foes we should pursue, and Richmond overthrow |
[01:33.659] | To Washington we went straightway, and sailed in steamers down the Bay |
[01:38.362] | Until that we were stopped next day, to land at Fort Monroe |
[01:47.502] | At Hampton then we camp' d around, until brave Little Mac came down |
[01:52.164] | And ordered us up to Yorktown, our strength there to combine |
[01:56.680] | Where there we work' d both night and day, and drove the rebel hordes away |
[02:01.260] | And walking through the town next day, was the Irish SixtyNinth |
[02:08.211] | From Yorktown then we sailed away, and landed at West Point next day |
[02:12.901] | And gaily marched along the way, and camped among the Pines |
[02:17.510] | And there we stopped three weeks or more, until we heard the cannons roar |
[02:22.026] | And musketry came like a shower, along the rebel lines |
[02:28.976] | Then double quick away we went, across the river we were sent |
[02:33.592] | To drive the rebels back we meant, no man fell out of line |
[02:38.252] | There Philadelphia' s adopted sons, bravely supported Rickett' s guns |
[02:42.868] | And when away the rebels run, cheers the gallant SixtyNinth |
[03:09.524] | At Fair Oaks then long weeks we lay, and picket fighting night and day |
[03:14.036] | I have seen our brave boys borne away, and some in death grow pale |
[03:18.593] | And in the seven days fight going back, on bloody fields we left our track |
[03:23.351] | When other regiments falling back, we stood as at Glendale |
[03:30.084] | Where horse and foot retreat that day, all bleeding from that dreadful fray |
[03:34.764] | Right manfully we fought our way, in one unbroken line |
[03:39.310] | And when our bullets all were spent, three cheers we for the Union sent |
[03:44.082] | And charging at the grey coats went, the Irish SixtyNinth |
[03:50.921] | And on Antietam field again, we boldly faced the Iron rain |
[03:55.499] | Some of our boys upon the plain, they found a bloody grave |
[04:00.167] | Where our brave General, Little Mac, made boasting Lee to clear the track |
[04:04.740] | And take his ragged rebels back, across Potomac' s wave |
[04:14.021] | At Fredericksburg our old brigade, with Owen, who never was afraid |
[04:18.550] | As soon as the pontoon was laid, we crossed in the first line |
[04:23.169] | And though the bullets flew around, we drove the grey coats from the town |
[04:27.795] | Such work is always done up brown, by the Irish SixtyNinth |
[04:34.648] | Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield |
[04:39.400] | For the rebels had a Stonewall shield, protected front and rear |
[04:43.863] | The cannons blazing shot and shell, it was like the gaping jaws of hell |
[04:48.563] | Where many a brave man round us fell, we boldly done our share |
[04:55.383] | O' Kane, our Colonel, nobly stood, where the grass was turning red with blood |
[05:00.099] | And growing to a crimson flood, we still kept in our line |
[05:04.609] | Though many got a bloody shroud, as Philadelphia' s sons we are proud |
[05:09.280] | And sing the deeds in praises loud, of the gallant SixtyNinth |
[00:43.091] | 平地山间的爱尔兰之子,且听我的劳苦与疲惫 |
[00:47.610] | 你大概以为这都是梦,但句句皆真言 |
[00:52.136] | 我为你唱那大会战,从夏日直到冬雨时 |
[00:56.807] | 兵临里士满又返回,我一一唱给你听 |
[01:03.673] | 那是六一年的八月,我们上校欧文(Joshua T. Owen)走马上任 |
[01:08.430] | 领着我们到达马里兰,经历雨淋日晒 |
[01:12.988] | 他每天一早就勤训练,指导我们消灭敌人 |
[01:17.612] | 要让他们饱受勇敢六十九团的痛揍 |
[01:24.470] | 在六二年的二月里,咱阅兵场上英姿展 |
[01:29.182] | 让敌人晓得我们要奋进,定推翻里士满 |
[01:33.659] | 我们径直前往华盛顿,蒸汽船沿着海湾航行 |
[01:38.362] | 第二日咱便靠了岸,到达了门罗堡 |
[01:47.502] | 在汉普顿咱扎营寨,直到神武小麦克(George B McClellan)赶来 |
[01:52.164] | 下令向约克镇进军,集结起大部队 |
[01:56.680] | 那里我们日夜勇作战,把叛军一批批驱赶 |
[02:01.260] | 在第二日穿过镇上者,便是爱尔兰六十九团 |
[02:08.211] | 从约克镇我们又启航,第二天登陆在西点 |
[02:12.901] | 一路上欢快的进军,在松树间扎营 |
[02:17.510] | 那儿我们住了三周多,直到听见了大炮吼 |
[02:22.026] | 子弹如雨点般砸下来,叛军战线逼近 |
[02:28.976] | 于是小步跑我们向前进,穿过了河流又前行 |
[02:33.592] | 定要把叛军赶回去,没一个人掉队 |
[02:38.252] | 这些费城母亲的养子们,勇敢配合李济慈的火炮(James B. Ricketts) |
[02:42.868] | 当叛军抱头鼠窜时,六十九团勇士欢呼 |
[03:09.524] | 在七松之役(北军叫费尔奥克斯战役)一周中,时刻死亡与交火盈绕着 |
[03:14.036] | 我见过勇士的逝去,尸首变得苍白 |
[03:18.593] | 在七日中我们步步后退,血腥战场上留下足迹 |
[03:23.351] | 当其它团都撤退时,我们坚守格伦代尔 |
[03:30.084] | 当人马那日撤离而去,为这激烈战事流过血 |
[03:34.764] | 我们勇敢地杀出血路,战线未曾崩溃 |
[03:39.310] | 当最后的子弹消耗尽,为联邦万岁呼三声 |
[03:44.082] | 朝着灰衣大兵冲锋去,我爱尔兰六十九团 |
[03:50.921] | 在安提坦战场上又一次,我们勇往直前向铁雨 |
[03:55.499] | 在平原上我们的好汉,倒在血染的坟墓中 |
[04:00.167] | 我们英勇的将军小麦克,让吹牛大王李开道 |
[04:04.740] | 带着叛军乞丐溜回去,穿过波托马克波涛 |
[04:14.021] | 在弗雷德雷克斯堡,欧文与咱们旅没怕过 |
[04:18.550] | 当那浮桥一架设好,我们马上就穿过 |
[04:23.169] | 尽管子弹身边四处呼啸,我们把叛军赶出了城 |
[04:27.795] | 爱尔兰的六十九团,此般战斗始终打得好 |
[04:34.648] | 第二日在那战场上,连老兵都不得不退后 |
[04:39.400] | 因为叛军有着石墙为盾,把前后都保护好 |
[04:43.863] | 大炮火光冲天齐鸣,宛如地狱张开了巨口 |
[04:48.563] | 我们身边勇士倒下,咱已勇敢尽了职责 |
[04:55.383] | 咱的上校老凯恩矗立在那鲜血染红的草地上 |
[05:00.099] | 血水流成山洪一般,我们仍保持着线列 |
[05:04.609] | 虽然众多人血染裹尸布,费城之子为此自豪 |
[05:09.280] | 大声歌唱赞美六十九团,那英勇的事迹 |