IRA Rebel Songs все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I was born on a Dublin street
where the Royal drums did beat,
And the loving English feet walked all over us;
And each and every night,
when me father'd come home tight.
He’d invite the neighbours outside with this chorus:

(Chorus)

And it's down in the Bogside, that's where I long to be,
lying in the dark with a Provo company,
a comrade on me left and another on me right
and a clip of ammunition for my little armalite.

I was stopped by a soldier, said he, You are a swine,
he beat me with his baton and he kicked me in the groin,
I bowed and I scraped, sure me manners were polite,