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作曲 : Traditional arranged by David Kincaid |
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It's a soldier I am, and I'm wearing the green |
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With the boys of the army, a-fighting I've been |
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With my knapsack and gun, wheresoever I be |
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Sure it's Union I fight for, 'til Ireland is free |
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Oh, then let me be living or dying |
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It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing |
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But the tyrant I'll still be defying |
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In America's Irish Brigade |
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In the Seven Days fight, sure I stood at my post |
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And each pop of my gun made some rebel a ghost |
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And whenever the word came to charge, be me soul |
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I made in some blaggard a bayonet hole |
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Oh bedad, it's myself they were slighting |
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For the flag of the free I was fighting |
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And the slaughter I made was delighting |
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In America's Irish Brigade |
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Oh, then let me be living or dying |
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It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing |
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But the tyrant I'll still be defying |
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In America's Irish Brigade |
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When old Stonewall came down like a thousand of brick |
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It's myself and the boys drove him back double-quick |
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For we thought of Bull Run, and our bosoms were full |
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And we wished we were running on old Johnny Bull |
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If the boys of old Ireland would name it |
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Our freedom, we soon would regain it |
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It's myself would go in with my bayonet |
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In America's Irish Brigade |
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So there's hope for old Ireland, when Irishmen learn |
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How to handle a gun, or a bayonet turn |
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And by this and by that, if we once get the chance |
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There'll be rifles in England that don't come from France |
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Sure, it's friends we have here when we need them |
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Who when starving, sent bread for to feed them |
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And they'll help us to fight for our freedom |
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In America's Irish Brigade |
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Oh, then let me be living or dying |
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It's a sigh for the old sod I'm sighing |
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But the tyrant I'll still be defying |
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In America's Irish Brigade |
