четверг, 03 октября 2013
текст,если кому вдруг интересноCaptain Taggart took the field with his men as hard as steel
And we drove the bloody rebels/traitors to the sea-
Before the guns had stilled there were many hundreds killed
There’s many an Irish girl sad to night
When the smoke had cleared it was just as we had feared
Captain Taggart lay wounded on the ground
With his head upon my knee, there he met eternity
I proudly closed his eyes and then I cried
And it’s whiskey in the morning, whiskey in the night
Another Irish soldier lad has fought his final fight
We’ll toast him ‘til we’re drunk boys and douse the candle light
And tell them, Captain Taggart he’s coming home tonight
Well we took his body home and the drums and pipes did drone
And we pulled a fine black casket through the streets
And then told his grieving wife, that he loved her more than life
And we gave to his young son his father’s sword
Now the people they all dream of an Ireland free and green
Where nowhere can be heard the battle cry
The fighting’s gone too long, and it just drags on and on
And I’d like to know some peace before I die
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Ирландия
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03.10.2013 в 22:40-
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03.10.2013 в 23:04