Творчество
The Wolfe Tones
James Connolly
Collected and Arranged by The Wolfe Tones
The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer
Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die
Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I.
They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest.
A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed.
He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain
Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood
And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed
lead
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
Their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground.
For inside that grim prison
Lay a great Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down.
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out: Present arms and fire
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave
The black flag was hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly-. the Irish rebel.
Rifles of the IRA
In nineteen hundred and sixteenThe forces of the crown
For to take Orange, White, and Green
Bombarded Dublin Town
But in '21, Britannia's sons
Were forced earn their pay, when
The black and tans, like lightening ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
They burned their way through Munster
Then laid Leinster on the rack
Through Connacht, and through Ulster
Marched the men in brown and black
They shot down wives and children
In their own heroic way, but
The black and tans, like lightening ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
They hanged young Kevin Barry high
Just a lad of eighteen years
Cork City's flames lit up in the sky
But our brave lads new no fear
The Cork brigade with hand-grenades
In ambush wait and lay, and
The black and tans, like lightening ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
The tans were got, taken out and shot
By a brave and valiant few
Sean Treacy, Dinny Lacey
And Tom Barry's gallant crew
Though we're not free yet
We won't forget
Until our dying day, how
The black and tans, like lightening ran
From the Rifles of the IRA!
A row in the town (Erin Go Bradh)
I’ll sing you a song of a row in the town,When the green flag went up and the crown rag came down,
‘Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played the best game played in Erin go Bragh.
God rest gallant Pearse and his comrades who died,
Tom Clarke, MacDonagh, MacDermott, McBride,
And here’s to Jem Connolly he gave one hurrah,
And he placed the machine guns for Erin go Bragh.
Now some of our leaders were down at Ringsend,
The honour of Ireland to hold and defend,
They had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Making sweet Mauser music for Erin go Bragh.
Bold Kent and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their wrath when those Englishmen saw,
All the dead kakhi soldiers in Erin go Bragh.
A brave English captain was raving that day,
Saying " give me one hour and I’ll blow them away",
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw,
And he died of lead poison in Erin go Bragh.
All honour to Dublin to her’s the renown,
In the long generations her name will go down,
And her children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom o’er Erin go Bragh.
(перевод)
Послушайте песню, чтоб каждый узнал,Как флаг королевский над городом пал.
О людях прекрасных, о славных делах,
Что мы совершили за Erin Go Bragh.
И Пирс, и МакБрайд, и МакДонах, и Кларк,
Пусть память о вас не остынет в веках.
О вас, кто с Мечтой о Свободе в сердцах
Шагнули под пули за Erin Go Bragh.
Один наш товарищ при штурме погиб,
Но долго его будут помнить враги.
Хоть раньше винтовки он в руки не брал
Он дрался достойно за Erin Go Bragh.
Английский вояка хвастливо сказал:
"Мол, дайте мне час - и наступит финал!"
Но свистнула пуля - тут вам не парад -
Вояка в могиле - за Erin Go Bragh.
В тот день мы сражались отважнее львов
Не раз и не два оттесняя врагов,
Пусть знает захватчик - неведом нам страх,
И правда за нами, за Erin Go Bragh.
За Дублин, что славой гордится своей
Мы выпьем и вспомним всех павших друзей.
И пусть у потомков сияют в сердцах
Зарницы свободы за Erin Go Bragh!
