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OriginaleLa versione italiana della versione di Ewan McColl
JAMIE FOYERS

La ballata in un broadside del 1860.
La ballata in un broadside del 1860.

Far distant, far distant, lies Scotia the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave,
His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of Spain,
For Young Jamie Foyers in the battle was slain.

From the Perthshire Militia to serve in the line,
The brave Forty-second we sailed for to join.
To Wellington's army we did volunteer,
Along with young Foyers, that brave halberdier.

The night that we landed, the bugle did sound,
The general gave orders to form on the ground.
To storm Burgos Castle before break of day,
And young Jamie Foyers to lead on the way.

But mounting the ladder for scaling the wall,
By a shot from a French gun, young Foyers did fall,
He leaned his right arm upon his left breast,
And young Jamie Foyers his comrades addressed.

'For you Robert Percy, that stands a campaign,
If goodness should send you to Scotland again,
Please tell my old father if yet his heart warms,
That young Jamie Foyers expired in your arms.'

'But if a few moments in Campsie I were,
My mother and sisters my sorrow would share.
Now, alas, my old mother, long may she mourn,
But young Jamie Foyers will never return.'

'Oh! if I could drink of Baker Brown's well,
My thirst it would quench and my fever would quell.'
But his very life-blood was ebbing so fast,
And young Jamie Foyers soon breathed his last.

They took for his winding sheet his ain tartan plaid,
And in the cold ground his body was laid.
With hearts full of sorrow they covered his clay,
And, saying 'Poor Foyers', marched slowly away.

His father and mother and sisters will mourn,
But Foyers, the brave hero, will never return.
His friends and his comrades lament for the brave,
Since young Jamie Foyers is laid in his grave.

The bugle may sound and war drum may rattle,
No more will they raise this young hero to battle.
He fell from the ladder a hero so brave'
And rare Jamie Foyers is lying in his grave.

JAMIE FOYERS

Lontano, lontanissimo giace Foyers l'ardito,
Nessuna lapide, no, consacrerà la sua tomba.
Le sue ossa son sparse sull'aspro suolo di Spagna,
Perché il giovane Jamie Foyers è caduto in battaglia.

Partì dal cantiere che sta sulla Clyde,
Tacque il suo martello, posò i suoi attrezzi.
Al largo fiume Ebro andò il giovane Foyers
A combattere a fianco del popolo di Spagna.

Non aveva l'uguale al lavoro ed al gioco,
Fu forte nel condividere, fino alla sua morte.
Era bravissimo a calcio, e ballava da dio,
Oh, il giovane Foyers era il migliore di tutti.

Partì dal cantiere, si levò i vestiti da lavoro,
Me ne ricordo bene nei lunghi giorni d'estate.
Disse: “Addio, ragazzina, vedrai che tornerò”,
Ma il giovane Jamie Foyers cadde in battaglia.

Nella battaglia di Belchite era sempre in prima linea,
Combatté a Gandesa finché non poté più lottare.
Con una pallottola in testa si accasciò sulla mitraglia,
E il giovane Jamie Foyers fu ammazzato in battaglia.



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