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作曲 : Anonymous Unknown |
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'Twas the night before battle and gathered in groups |
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The soldiers lay close at their quarters |
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They were thinking no doubt of the dear ones at home |
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Of mothers, wives, sisters, and daughters |
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With his pipe in his mouth sat a dashing young blade |
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And a song he was lilting quite gaily |
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It was honest Pat Murphy of Meagher's Brigade |
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And he sang of the sprig of shillelagh |
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Och murder, says Pat, it's a shame for to see |
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Brothers fighting in such a queer manner |
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But I'll fight till I die, if I shouldn't be kilt |
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For America's bright starry banner |
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Now if it was only John Bull to the forе |
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I'd rush into battle quite gaily |
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For the spalpeen I'd rap with a hеart and a half |
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With my elegant sprig of shillelagh |
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Jeff Davis, you thief, if I had you but here |
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Your beautiful plans I'd be ruinin' |
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Faith, I'd give you a taste of my bayonet, bedad |
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For trying to burst up the Union |
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There's a crowd in the North too, and they're just as bad |
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Abolitionist spouters so scaly |
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For troubling the Negros I think they deserve |
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A whack from a sprig of shillelagh |
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The morning soon came and poor Paddy awoke |
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On the Rebels to have satisfaction |
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And the drummers were beating the Devil's tattoo |
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Calling the boys into action |
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Then the Irish Brigade in the battle was seen |
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Their blood in our cause shedding freely |
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With their bayonet charges they rushed on the foe |
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With a shout for the land of Shillelagh |
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The battle was over, the dead lay in heaps |
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Pat Murphy lay bleedin' and gory |
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A hole through his head from a rifleman's shot |
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Had finished his passion for glory |
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No more in the camp shall his laughter be heard |
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Nor his voice singing ditties so gaily |
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Like a hero he died for the Land of the Free |
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Far away from the land of Shillelagh |
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Then surely Columbia can never forget |
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While valor and fame hold communion |
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How nobly the brave Irish Volunteers fought |
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In defense of the flag of our Union |
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If ever Old Ireland for freedom should strike |
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We'll a helping hand offer quite freely |
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And the Stars and the Stripes shall be seen alongside |
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Of the flag of the land of Shillelagh |
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It was honest Pat Murphy of Meagher's Brigade |
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And he sang of the sprig of shillelagh |
