Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Connaught Rangers, artist - The Wolfe Tones. Album song 1916 Remembered. The Easter Rising., in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 20.02.2019
Record label: Celtic Collections
Song language: English
The Connaught Rangers |
To the tiny homesteads of the West |
The recruiting sergeant came |
He promised all a future bright |
So the brave young men went off to fight |
For the empire and her might |
And many’s the victory they had won |
Many the hardships they had seen |
They fought and died, side by side |
Their enemies they had defied and for a foreign king. |
And the drums they were a beating time |
While the pipes did loudly play |
When Daly died, the drums did beat |
That morning in the Dagshai heat |
Now we’ll beat the drums no more |
While serving in a far off land |
The news had come from home |
Of a peoples' fate it did relate |
Of the tans and their campaign of hate |
And we’re fighting on their side |
Arise Arise young Daly cried |
Come join along with me |
We’ll strike a blow for Liberty |
Our regiment will mutiny and support our friends at home |
And the drums they were a beating time |
While the pipes did loudly play |
When Daly died, the drums did beat |
That morning in the Dagshai heat |
Now we’ll beat the drums no more |
And the Colonel stood before his troops |
Those men who mutineed |
He told them of those honours won |
But the men stood in the blazing sun |
Saying we’ll fight your wars no more |
For cannon fodder we had been |
For the French at Waterloo at Suvla and Sud Elbar |
We fought your every bloody war |
And we’ll fight you wars to more |
And the drums they were a beating time |
While the pipes did loudly play |
When Daly died, the drums did beat |
That morning in the Dagshai heat |
Now we’ll beat the drums no more |
Those men got penal servitude |
And Daly’s condemned to die |
Far from his home in Tyrellpass |
This young man’s died in Ireland’s cause |
Far from his native land |
And the drums they were a beating time |
While the pipes did loudly play |
When Daly died, the drums did beat |
That morning in the Dagshai heat |
Now we’ll beat the drums no more. |