Исполнитель: | The Pogues (English) |
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The Pogues - Young Ned Of The Hill
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Have you ever walked the lonesome hills, and heard the curlew's cry
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Or seen the raven black as night, upon a windswept sky
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To walk the purple heather, and hear the west wind cry
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To know that's where the rapparee must die. (2x)
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Since Cromwell pushed us westward, to live our lowly lives
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Some of us have deemed to fight, from Tipperary mountains high
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Noble men with wills of iron, who are not afraid to die
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Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high. (2x)
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A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped out motherland
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I hope you're rotting down in hell, for the horrors that you sent
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To our misfortunate forefathers, whom you robbed of their birthright
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To hell or Connaught, may you burn in hell tonight.
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Of one such man I'd like to speak, a rapparee by name and deed
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His family dispossessed and slaughtered, they put a price upon his head
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His name is known in song and story, and his deeds are legend still
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And murdered for blood money, was young Ned of the hill.
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You have robbed our homes and fortunes, even drove us from the land,
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you tried to break our spirits, but you'll never understand,
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the love of dear old Ireland, that will forge an iron will,
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as long as there are gallant men, like young Ned of the hill.
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A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our motherland,
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I hope you rotting down in hell, for the horrors that you sent,
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to our misfortunate forefathers, whom you robbed of their birthright
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To hell or Connaught, may you burn in hell tonight