Song for the Irish Brigade 歌词
| 歌曲 | Song for the Irish Brigade |
| 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 |
| [00:03.693] | Oh, not now for songs of a nation's wrongs, |
| [00:07.664] | Not the groans of starving labor; |
| [00:11.587] | Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing |
| [00:15.081] | To the clash of the flashing sabre! |
| [00:19.965] | There are Irish ranks on the tented banks |
| [00:23.607] | Of Columbia's guarded ocean; |
| [00:27.867] | And an iron clank from flank to flank |
| [00:30.999] | Tells of armed men in motion. |
| [00:49.868] | And frank souls there clear true and bare |
| [00:53.641] | To all, as the steel beside them, |
| [00:57.281] | Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate, |
| [01:01.056] | Till the grave of the valiant hide them. |
| [01:06.158] | Each seems to be mailed Ard Righ, |
| [01:09.518] | Whose sword's avenging glory |
| [01:13.441] | Must light the fight and smite for Right, |
| [01:16.988] | Like Brian's in olden story! |
| [01:35.744] | With pale affright and panic flight |
| [01:39.380] | Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow, |
| [01:43.485] | Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place, |
| [01:46.932] | Charge to the shout of "Faugh-a-ballaugh!" |
| [01:51.800] | By the sould above, by the land we love |
| [01:55.436] | Her tears bleeding patience |
| [01:59.406] | The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught |
| [02:02.806] | The brazen liar of nations. |
| [02:21.683] | The Irish green shall again be seen |
| [02:25.550] | As our Irish fathers bore it, |
| [02:29.319] | A burning wind from the South behind, |
| [02:32.823] | And the Yankee rout before it! |
| [02:37.985] | O'Neil's red hand shall purge the land- |
| [02:41.307] | Rain a fire on men and cattle, |
| [02:45.139] | Till the Lincoln snakes in their own cold lakes |
| [02:48.738] | Plunge from the blaze of battle. |
| [03:07.524] | The knaves that rest on Columbia's breast, |
| [03:11.205] | And the voice of true men stifle; |
| [03:15.132] | We'll exorcise from the rescued prize- |
| [03:18.717] | Our talisman, the rifle; |
| [03:23.587] | For a tyrant's life a bowie knife!- |
| [03:27.173] | Of Union knot dissolvers, |
| [03:31.091] | The best we ken are stalwart men, |
| [03:34.621] | Columbiads and revolvers! |
| [03:53.467] | Whoe'er shall march by triumphal arch |
| [03:57.152] | Whoe'er may swell the slaughter, |
| [04:01.040] | Our drums shall roll from the Capitol |
| [04:04.816] | O'er Potomac's fateful water! |
| [04:09.528] | Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts |
| [04:12.982] | For judgement final and solemn; |
| [04:16.716] | Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword |
| [04:20.684] | Is doomed line, square, and column! |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
| [00:03.693] | Oh, not now for songs of a nation' s wrongs, |
| [00:07.664] | Not the groans of starving labor |
| [00:11.587] | Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing |
| [00:15.081] | To the clash of the flashing sabre! |
| [00:19.965] | There are Irish ranks on the tented banks |
| [00:23.607] | Of Columbia' s guarded ocean |
| [00:27.867] | And an iron clank from flank to flank |
| [00:30.999] | Tells of armed men in motion. |
| [00:49.868] | And frank souls there clear true and bare |
| [00:53.641] | To all, as the steel beside them, |
| [00:57.281] | Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate, |
| [01:01.056] | Till the grave of the valiant hide them. |
| [01:06.158] | Each seems to be mailed Ard Righ, |
| [01:09.518] | Whose sword' s avenging glory |
| [01:13.441] | Must light the fight and smite for Right, |
| [01:16.988] | Like Brian' s in olden story! |
| [01:35.744] | With pale affright and panic flight |
| [01:39.380] | Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow, |
| [01:43.485] | Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place, |
| [01:46.932] | Charge to the shout of " Faughaballaugh!" |
| [01:51.800] | By the sould above, by the land we love |
| [01:55.436] | Her tears bleeding patience |
| [01:59.406] | The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught |
| [02:02.806] | The brazen liar of nations. |
| [02:21.683] | The Irish green shall again be seen |
| [02:25.550] | As our Irish fathers bore it, |
| [02:29.319] | A burning wind from the South behind, |
| [02:32.823] | And the Yankee rout before it! |
| [02:37.985] | O' Neil' s red hand shall purge the land |
| [02:41.307] | Rain a fire on men and cattle, |
| [02:45.139] | Till the Lincoln snakes in their own cold lakes |
| [02:48.738] | Plunge from the blaze of battle. |
| [03:07.524] | The knaves that rest on Columbia' s breast, |
| [03:11.205] | And the voice of true men stifle |
| [03:15.132] | We' ll exorcise from the rescued prize |
| [03:18.717] | Our talisman, the rifle |
| [03:23.587] | For a tyrant' s life a bowie knife! |
| [03:27.173] | Of Union knot dissolvers, |
| [03:31.091] | The best we ken are stalwart men, |
| [03:34.621] | Columbiads and revolvers! |
| [03:53.467] | Whoe' er shall march by triumphal arch |
| [03:57.152] | Whoe' er may swell the slaughter, |
| [04:01.040] | Our drums shall roll from the Capitol |
| [04:04.816] | O' er Potomac' s fateful water! |
| [04:09.528] | Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts |
| [04:12.982] | For judgement final and solemn |
| [04:16.716] | Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword |
| [04:20.684] | Is doomed line, square, and column! |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
| [00:03.693] | Oh, not now for songs of a nation' s wrongs, |
| [00:07.664] | Not the groans of starving labor |
| [00:11.587] | Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing |
| [00:15.081] | To the clash of the flashing sabre! |
| [00:19.965] | There are Irish ranks on the tented banks |
| [00:23.607] | Of Columbia' s guarded ocean |
| [00:27.867] | And an iron clank from flank to flank |
| [00:30.999] | Tells of armed men in motion. |
| [00:49.868] | And frank souls there clear true and bare |
| [00:53.641] | To all, as the steel beside them, |
| [00:57.281] | Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate, |
| [01:01.056] | Till the grave of the valiant hide them. |
| [01:06.158] | Each seems to be mailed Ard Righ, |
| [01:09.518] | Whose sword' s avenging glory |
| [01:13.441] | Must light the fight and smite for Right, |
| [01:16.988] | Like Brian' s in olden story! |
| [01:35.744] | With pale affright and panic flight |
| [01:39.380] | Shall dastard Yankees base and hollow, |
| [01:43.485] | Hear a Celtic race, from their battle place, |
| [01:46.932] | Charge to the shout of " Faughaballaugh!" |
| [01:51.800] | By the sould above, by the land we love |
| [01:55.436] | Her tears bleeding patience |
| [01:59.406] | The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught |
| [02:02.806] | The brazen liar of nations. |
| [02:21.683] | The Irish green shall again be seen |
| [02:25.550] | As our Irish fathers bore it, |
| [02:29.319] | A burning wind from the South behind, |
| [02:32.823] | And the Yankee rout before it! |
| [02:37.985] | O' Neil' s red hand shall purge the land |
| [02:41.307] | Rain a fire on men and cattle, |
| [02:45.139] | Till the Lincoln snakes in their own cold lakes |
| [02:48.738] | Plunge from the blaze of battle. |
| [03:07.524] | The knaves that rest on Columbia' s breast, |
| [03:11.205] | And the voice of true men stifle |
| [03:15.132] | We' ll exorcise from the rescued prize |
| [03:18.717] | Our talisman, the rifle |
| [03:23.587] | For a tyrant' s life a bowie knife! |
| [03:27.173] | Of Union knot dissolvers, |
| [03:31.091] | The best we ken are stalwart men, |
| [03:34.621] | Columbiads and revolvers! |
| [03:53.467] | Whoe' er shall march by triumphal arch |
| [03:57.152] | Whoe' er may swell the slaughter, |
| [04:01.040] | Our drums shall roll from the Capitol |
| [04:04.816] | O' er Potomac' s fateful water! |
| [04:09.528] | Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts |
| [04:12.982] | For judgement final and solemn |
| [04:16.716] | Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword |
| [04:20.684] | Is doomed line, square, and column! |
| [00:03.693] | 哦现在不提国家的错误 |
| [00:07.664] | 也不谈饥饿劳工的艰苦 |
| [00:11.587] | 让那步枪鸣响子弹歌唱 |
| [00:15.081] | 唱那刺刀的闪闪寒光 |
| [00:19.965] | 爱尔兰部队扎营在海岸上 |
| [00:23.607] | 隔着美洲大地戒备的海洋 |
| [00:27.867] | 当那铮铮的钢铁列列排成 |
| [00:30.999] | 此乃战士进击的动向 |
| [00:49.868] | 那坦诚的心灵向人们展开 |
| [00:53.641] | 就像真钢陪伴在身旁 |
| [00:57.281] | 把握着命运我们敢爱敢恨 |
| [01:01.056] | 直到坟墓掩埋英勇的灵魂 |
| [01:06.158] | 每人都像披坚执锐的爱尔兰王 |
| [01:09.518] | 宝剑闪烁着复仇的荣耀 |
| [01:13.441] | 必须点燃烽火为正义而战 |
| [01:16.988] | 就像传说中的布里安一样（Brian Boru，爱尔兰王） |
| [01:35.744] | 吓得脸色苍白惊慌地逃开 |
| [01:39.380] | 该死的洋基掘壕缩起头 |
| [01:43.485] | 他们战场上听见了凯尔特的冲锋 |
| [01:46.932] | 还有“扫清道路！”的高吼 |
| [01:51.800] | 为了上天的旨意，为了亲爱的家园 |
| [01:55.436] | 祖国正流着血泪 |
| [01:59.406] | 大锤已锻造将用力挥起 |
| [02:02.806] | 砸碎联邦无耻的骗子 |
| [02:21.683] | 那爱尔兰的绿将永不褪色 |
| [02:25.550] | 有那爱尔兰父亲打磨 |
| [02:29.319] | 一阵焚风从南方的热土卷起 |
| [02:32.823] | 洋基小儿望风而逃 |
| [02:37.985] | 奥奈尔赤红的手将扫清这片土地 |
| [02:41.307] | 在人与牲畜头顶降下天火 |
| [02:45.139] | 直到林肯的蛇（指蟒蛇计划）回到自己冰冷的湖里 |
| [02:48.738] | 从战争的烈焰中挣脱 |
| [03:07.524] | 恶棍在哥伦比亚胸中安卧 |
| [03:11.205] | 而正直者的声音沉默 |
| [03:15.132] | 我们将其从救赎的恩赐中驱逐 |
| [03:18.717] | 以我们的护身符，枪口 |
| [03:23.587] | 对暴君的生命报以利刃 |
| [03:27.173] | 便能斩断联邦的症结 |
| [03:31.091] | 我们是最坚定的部属 |
| [03:34.621] | 哥伦比娅儿女与拯救者！ |
| [03:53.467] | 谁将从凯旋门下迈步通过 |
| [03:57.152] | 谁将掀起腥风血雨 |
| [04:01.040] | 我们的鼓声将响彻首都 |
| [04:04.816] | 穿过波托马克决胜的河流 |
| [04:09.528] | 流血的灵魂飞升到上帝身旁 |
| [04:12.982] | 得到庄严的最终审判 |
| [04:16.716] | 朝着剑锋之上勇猛的队伍 |
| [04:20.684] | 拍成方阵行列前进！ |
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