Последнее время, крайне вперался от ирландского фольк панка и от "Dropkick Murphys" в частности. И 3 трека в бесплатном даунлоде для ГХ3, были крайне приятный сюрпризом. Особо запала в душу песенка "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya", а посколько разобрать текст в попытке сыграть ее на Hard, дохлый трюк, я решил посмотреть, что да как.
Итак, это песня в оригинале зовется "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" и датируется 1863 годом, когда Англия набирала ирландских мужичков для участия в Ост-Индской компании. Ну и совершенно понятно, что никто не был рад подобной инициативе, так и родилась эта антимилитаристская песня. А теперь собственно сам текст )
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While 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 guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled?
Why did ye run from me and the child?
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Ceylon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg,
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg,
Ye'll have to be put with a bowl out to beg,
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again,
But they never will take our sons again,
No they never will take our sons again,
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.
И уже в догонку видео. Хотя назвать это клипом сложно ... такой вот странный способ послушать этот трек )
