47 too long a year, men died in chains men died in fear
some were lost under Irish sky and some on Mexico’s fields were hung.
The gallows there 14 feet high two score men condemned to die
hung at noon in scorching heat, three hours they waited bound hand and feet.
47 too dark a year, men shook their chains and fell in fear
from Vera Cruz a flag unfurled many men rallied round it.
A Mexican eagle and a Celtic cross under the green flag men were lost
shot down as soldiers, hung as slaves their cruel fate a shallow grave.
Birds wouldn’t cross the Pedragal through it General Lee he carved a path
Valencia’s army were routed there Churubusco’s fate was calling.
The Yankees tumbled through high corn at Churubusco we shot them down
Mexican guns they soon gave out with bayonets we joined the slaughter.
Three times the white flag swung round three times O’Riley pulled it down
when blood ran down into the sand only then did they surrender.
The Mexican eagle and a Celtic cross under the green flag men were lost
Shot down as soldiers, hung as slaves their cruel fate a shallow grave.
The gallows there 14 feet high two score men condemned to die
Hung at noon in scorching heat, three hours they waited bound hand and feet.
some were lost under Irish sky and some on Mexico’s fields were hung.
The gallows there 14 feet high two score men condemned to die
hung at noon in scorching heat, three hours they waited bound hand and feet.
47 too dark a year, men shook their chains and fell in fear
from Vera Cruz a flag unfurled many men rallied round it.
A Mexican eagle and a Celtic cross under the green flag men were lost
shot down as soldiers, hung as slaves their cruel fate a shallow grave.
Birds wouldn’t cross the Pedragal through it General Lee he carved a path
Valencia’s army were routed there Churubusco’s fate was calling.
The Yankees tumbled through high corn at Churubusco we shot them down
Mexican guns they soon gave out with bayonets we joined the slaughter.
Three times the white flag swung round three times O’Riley pulled it down
when blood ran down into the sand only then did they surrender.
The Mexican eagle and a Celtic cross under the green flag men were lost
Shot down as soldiers, hung as slaves their cruel fate a shallow grave.
The gallows there 14 feet high two score men condemned to die
Hung at noon in scorching heat, three hours they waited bound hand and feet.
Contributed by Dq82 - 2018/6/12 - 10:16
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Songs From An Outpost
Sull'argomento sono state scritte diverse canzoni:
March to Battle (Across the Rio Grande) dei Chieftains
Lullaby for the dead dei Chieftains
The Sands of Mexico dei Chieftains
San Patricio Brigade dei Black 47
San Patricios dei Street dogs
The Men That God Made Mad di Niamh Parsons
John Riley di Tim O'Brien
Saint Patrick Battalion di David Rovics
St Patrick's Brave Brigade di Damien Dempsey
Pa’ Los Del San Patricio di Charlie O'Brien
Saint Patrick's Battalion dei The Elders
El Batallón de San Patricio dei Prisionero 51
Batallon San Patricio di Thom Moore
Ribelli di Riccardo Sgavetti
The Ballad of John Riley di Riccardo Sgavetti