Исполнитель: | The Dubliners (English) |
Пользователь: | Klaus Peter |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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The Kerry Recruit
Written By Seamus O' Farrelly. An anti-recruiting
Irish folk song from 1915. If you were around then
and caught singing this song you would be put in jail.
In the early Dubliners' years there was a well known
version of this song sung by Bobby Lynch, member 64-66.
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1 One mornin' in March I was diggin' the land
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With me brogues on me feet and me spade in me hand
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And says I to myself such a pity to see
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Such a fine strapping lad footin' turf round Tralee
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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2 So I buttered me brogues, shook hands with me spade
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I went off to the fair like a dashing young blade
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Then up came a sergeant who asked me to 'list
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"Ar-ra, sergeant a'gragh, stick the bob in me fist"
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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3 And the first thing they gave me it was a red coat
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With a wide strap of leather to tie round me throat
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Then they gave me a queer thing, I asked what was that
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And_they told me it was a cockade for me hat
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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4 And the next thing they gave me they called it a gun
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With powder and shot and a place for me thumb
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Well first she spat fire and then she spat smoke
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Lord,she gave a great leap and me shoulder near broke
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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5 And the first place they sent me was down by the quay
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On board of a warship bound for the Crimea
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Three sticks in the middle all rolled round with sheet
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Faith, she walked on the water with-out any feet
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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6 When at Balaclava we landed quite soon
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Both cold wet and hungry we lay on the ground
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Next morning for action the bugle did call
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And we had a hot breakfast of powder and ball
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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7 We fought at the Alma, like-wise Inkerman
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But the Russians they whaled us at the Redan
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While scalin' the wall there me-self lost an eye
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And a big Russian bullet ran off with me thigh
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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8 T'was there I lay bleeding stretched on the cold ground
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Both heads, legs and arms lay scattered a-round
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Says I, if me Mam and me cleaveens were nigh
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They'd bury me decent and raise a loud cry
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya
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9 We'll, a doctor was called who soon staunched me blood
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And he gave me a fine_elegant leg made of wood
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They gave me a medal and ten pence a day
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So_contented with Sheelagh, I'll live on half-pay
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Wid me Too-rin-nan-ya and me Too-rin-nan-ya
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Wid me Too-rin-na noo-rin-na noo-rin-nan-ya