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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TheAuldGrump" data-source="post: 2078467" data-attributes="member: 6957">Ah, the songs of war...The Minstrel Boy (Thomas Moore)The minstrel boy to the war is gone,In the ranks of death you'll find him;His father's sword he hath girded on,And his wild harp slung behind him;"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,"Tho' all the world betrays thee,One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,One faithful harp shall praise thee!"The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's steelCould not bring that proud soul under;The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,For he tore its chords asunder;And said "No chains shall sully thee,Thou soul of love and brav'ry!Thy songs were made for the pure and freeThey shall never sound in slavery! General Taylor (Traditional)1. General Taylor gained the dayWalk him along, John, carry him alongGeneral Taylor gained the dayCarry him to his burying groundChorus:To me way, hey, hey StormyWalk him along, John, carry him alongWay, hey, hey, StormyCarry him to his burying ground2. I wish I was sold Stormy's sonWalk him along, John, Carry him alongI'd build me a ship of 10,000 tonCarry him to his burying groundChorus:3. I'd load her down with ale and rumWalk him along, John, Carry him alongAnd every shellback should have someCarry him to his burying groundChorus:4. We dug his grave with a silver spadeWalk him along, John, Carry him alongHis shroud of the finest silk was madeCarry him to his burying groundChorus:5. We lowered him down on a golden chainWalk him along, John, Carry him alongOn every link we carved his nameCarry him to his burying groundChorus:6. General Taylor died long agoWalk him along, John, Carry him alongHe's gone to where the winds don't blowCarry him to his burying groundChorus:7. We’ll bury him with stones. And we’ll bury him with rocksWalk him along, John, Carry him alongAnd we don’t give a damn if we break the box!Carry him to his burying ground8. General Taylor's dead and goneWalk him along, John, Carry him alongGeneral Taylor's dead and goneCarry him to his burying groundChorus: I once heard General Taylor on a very old (wax!) recording of Boston Harbor from the 1910s... The Foggy Dew {Traditional)I was down the glen one Easter mornTo a city fair rode I.There armed lines of marching menIn squadrons passed me by.No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo.But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew.Right proudly high in Dublin townHung they out a flag of war.'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish skythan at Sulva or Sud el Bar.And from the plains of Royal Meathstrong men came hurrying throughWhile Brittania's huns with their long range gunssailed in through the foggy dew.Their bravest fell and the requiem bellrang mournfully and clearFor those who died that Eastertide in thespringing of the year.While the world did gaze with deep amazeat those fearless men but few.Who bore the fight that freedom's lightMight shine through the foggy dew.And back through the glenI rode again.And my heart with grief was sore.For I parted then with valiant menWhom I never shall see n'more.But to and fro in my dreams I goAnd I kneel and pray for you.For slavery fled the glorious deadwhen you fell in the foggy dew.And more wistful-The Green Grass (Traditional)(Chorus) We'll go walking through the green grass (Hush, hush, hush)All you pretty fair ones won't you walk along with us?So pretty and so fair do you take yourselves to be,Come and be my partner, won't you walk along with me?Well, I'll never be a farmer, me face all covered with dirt,I'd rather be a soldier with bright buttons down me shirt!If ever we are married, then a soldier's wife you'll be,Come and be my partner, won't you walk along with me?And (Chorus) Well, I'll never be a miner, who toils down under the ground,I'd rather be a soldier, when the guns begin to pound!If ever we are married, then a soldier's wife you'll be,Come and be my partner, won't you walk along with me?And (Chorus)Well, I'll never be a sailor, who sails out over the waves,I'd rather be a soldier while the battle round me raves!If ever we are married, then a soldier's wife you'll be,Come and be my partner, won't you walk along with me?And (Chorus)The Auld Grump</blockquote>

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