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A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...

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A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P
Q R S T U V W X
Y Z ...



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Kevin Barry

Lidové písně - Irské



    Early on a Sunday morning,
    High upon a gallows tree,
    Kevin Barry gave his young life
    for the cause of liberty.
    Only a lad of eighteen summers,
    Yet there's no one can deny,
    That he went to death that morning,
    nobly held his head up high.

Chorus:
    "Shoot me like an Irish soldier,
    Do not hang me like a dog;
    For I fought for Ireland's freedom
    On that dark September morn -
    All around that little bakery,
    Where we fought them hand to hand.
    Shoot me like an Irish soldier,
    For I fought to free Ireland."


    Just before he faced the hangman,
    In his lonely prison cell,
    British soldiers tortured Barry
    Just because he would not tell
    All the names of his companions
    Other things they wished to know;
    "Turn informer, and we'll free you."
    Proudly Barry answered, "No !"

Chorus:
   "Shoot me like an Irish soldier,
    Do not hang me like a dog;
    For I fought for Ireland's freedom
    On that dark September morn -
    All around that little bakery,
    Where we fought them hand to hand.
    Shoot me like an Irish soldier,
    For I fought to free Ireland."