John Doyle - Clear The Way | Текст песни

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• John Doyle
• Clear The Way

In the cold grey light of morning,
after the deal had gone down,
I awoke and shook all over –
hoping a dram would bring me round.

Well, I stared at the sight all around me;
busted blue and faded grey.
Men in heaps were scattered;
men who fought and died the other day.

Well, I live my youth in Connemara,
roving from town to town.
I shipped on board of the El Nina(?),
to New York City I was bound.

Not for honor, nor for country;
we killed for three square meals a day.
Off the boat and pack on shoulder,
gun in hand we’re here to stay.

Chorus:
At Fredericksburg we rose to meet them,
though we knew the price we’d pay.
But the Irish Brigade will not surrender –
Fag an bealach! Clear the way!

General Meagher, he gave the order,
”Up Mary’s Heights, charge away.”
The hills were rife with blood and murder
as we gouged and tore our way.

McMillan’s rebels, they fired upon us -
shot and shell, buck and ball.
Their green flag rose high above them
as ours fell on the battle wall .

Chorus.

Well, hand to hand and face to face there
a young rebel he charged me in the fray.
I turned around and my blade went through him;
I did the devil’s work that day.

For I saw my face there before me
in the boy that I yew(?) down.
He could have been a friend or brother;
another exile from my town.

Three thousand strong rose to fight them
in Antietam’s ripening corn,
but Fredericksburg was our undoing.
Three hundred left to weep and mourn.

Chorus x2.


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