| [00:00.000] |
作曲 : Anonymous Unknown |
| [00:00.723] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:04.583] |
The war blast is sounding o'er valley and hill |
| [00:09.359] |
Too long you have laid in the bed of affliction |
| [00:13.193] |
Your moans pierce my heart like a murmuring reel |
| [00:18.179] |
Your leaders were banished, yet hope has not left you |
| [00:21.918] |
Though firmly bound by the conqueror's chain |
| [00:26.621] |
So draw your swords quickly, while strength has been left you |
| [00:30.403] |
And make one bold dash for your freedom again |
| [00:35.305] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
| [00:39.128] |
No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [00:44.016] |
Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers |
| [00:47.715] |
Now Meaghеr is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [00:54.560] |
O how can you slumbеr, submissively yielding |
| [00:58.345] |
While the eagle of freedom shrieks loud in the air? |
| [01:03.077] |
And on strange battlefields you your sabres are wielding |
| [01:06.982] |
No heroes or chieftain more noble are there |
| [01:11.917] |
On history's pages, your fame is recorded |
| [01:15.599] |
Yet the proud Saxon traitor your green hills pollute |
| [01:20.451] |
And trample the flag which they should have regarded |
| [01:24.182] |
So strike for your freedom at tyrants' root |
| [01:29.176] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [01:32.906] |
No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [01:37.707] |
Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [01:41.478] |
Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [01:48.145] |
What monster could look upon Erin's blue mountains |
| [01:52.104] |
And view the gray fog looming up in the air |
| [01:56.960] |
Or sit for a while by her bright crystal fountains |
| [02:00.686] |
Without adding a tear of pure sympathy there? |
| [02:05.492] |
Or see her grand castles, with ivy surrounded |
| [02:09.375] |
Where now the lone cry of the night owl is heard |
| [02:14.092] |
As her beautiful rivers with echo resounded |
| [02:17.908] |
To answer the voice of the romantic birds |
| [02:22.764] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [02:26.593] |
No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [02:31.448] |
Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [02:35.128] |
Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [03:18.226] |
The famed Robert Emmet, by perjury smitten |
| [03:22.096] |
His cold-blooded murder all nations could see |
| [03:27.087] |
Now its time that his epitaph should have been written |
| [03:30.831] |
And Erin once more be great, glorious, and free |
| [03:35.740] |
With a worthy MacManus, that patriot martyr |
| [03:39.454] |
Cold, cold in the grave, though their ashes remain |
| [03:44.300] |
Yet their spirits forewarn that time is growing shorter |
| [03:48.126] |
When Erin's green banner will float o'er the main |
| [03:53.066] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [03:56.759] |
No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:01.715] |
Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:05.341] |
Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [04:12.588] |
Remember the siege of sweet Limerick, fair city |
| [04:15.893] |
When Sarsfield encountered the balance of power |
| [04:20.697] |
And her heroic daughters, both loyal and witty |
| [04:24.522] |
Saluted their foes with a hot boiling shower |
| [04:29.472] |
Is such patriotism so easily forgotten |
| [04:33.153] |
While the blood of our forefathers courses through our veins? |
| [04:38.007] |
No! Their glory exists, though their bones may be rotten |
| [04:41.886] |
To conquer our foes yet as Brian did the Danes |
| [04:46.783] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [04:50.467] |
No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [04:55.329] |
Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [04:59.067] |
Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:04.156] |
You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
| [05:07.758] |
No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
| [05:12.684] |
Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
| [05:16.359] |
Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
| [05:21.540] |
Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
