Исполнитель: | The Dubliners (English) |
Пользователь: | Klaus Peter |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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When Margaret Was Eleven
Pete St. John wrote this song. It is a great Irish anti- war song
from one of Ireland's best song writers, And who better to do
the song justice than the great balladeer Ronnie Drew.
[Chorus]
D A G D
Sweet Lord, I was just seven and Margaret was e-leven
G D E A
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
G D G D
Your father's gone cam-paigning, was their way of not ex-plaining
G D A7 D
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumani-ty
[1]
D G D
My father said farewell and the band played tunes of glory
G D E A
A gallant man he marched away, a man with digni-ty
G D G D
A regimental sergeant, the backbone of the Empire
G D A D
For God and righteous glory bound for High Germa-ny
[Chorus]
D A G D
Sweet Lord, I was just seven and Margaret was e-leven
G D E A
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
G D G D
Your father's gone cam-paigning, was their way of not ex-plaining
G D A7 D
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumani-ty
[2]
D G D
My childhood passed away amid tales and lurid stories
G D E A
Of manufactured glories and in-human gallantry
G D G D
I asked, when is war over, but no one seemed to answer
G D A D
And Margaret played the dreaded tune called High Germa-ny
[Chorus]
D A G D
Sweet Lord, I was just seven and Margaret was e-leven
G D E A
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
G D G D
Your father's gone cam-paigning, was their way of not ex-plaining
G D A7 D
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumani-ty
[3]
D G D
My father came back home, but he came without his reason
G D E A
Two eyes of molten madness, a senseless fool of war
G D G D
He's just a child, my mother cried, To be dressed in full regalia
G D A D
And paraded as a hero home from High Germa-ny
[Chorus]
D A G D
Sweet Lord, I was just seven and Margaret was e-leven
G D E A
They served us war for breakfast and soldiers' songs for tea
G D G D
Your father's gone cam-paigning, was their way of not ex-plaining
G D A7 D
That soldiers are the living proof of our inhumani-ty