Песня ирландских солдат из местечка Атай, воевавших за Ост-Индийскую компанию на Цейлоне лет этак двести назад. Может быть, первая антивоенная песня в мире. When goin the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo When goin the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo When goin the road to sweet Athy A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye A doleful damsel I heard cry, Johnny I hardly knew ye. With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With your drums and guns and guns and drums The enemy nearly slew ye Oh darling dear, Ye look so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye. Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo Where are the eyes that looked so mild When my poor heart you first beguiled Why did ye run from me and the child Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. Where are the legs we looked you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs we looked you run, hurroo, hurroo Where are the legs that looked you run But first you went to carry a gun Indeed your dancing days are done Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye. Ye havent an arm, ye havent a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye havent an arm, ye havent a leg, hurroo, hurroo Ye havent an arm, ye havent a leg Yere an armless, boneless, chickenless egg Youll have to be left with a bowl out to beg Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye. Im happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo Im happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo Im happy for to see ye home All from the island of Sulloon So low in flesh, so high in bone Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 08:55:01 +0000
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