Out from the hole they crawled, comrades one and all
A new life full of promise they were told
Arriving at the docks, angry eyes with muskets cocked
General Taylor buying soldiers from the hold
It was 1846 with America seeking bricks
From a land far to the south they did not own
Mistreatment from the Anglos, the Catholic boys depart
From Cork and Kerry, Sligo and Tyrone
St Patrick’s battalion, the name given them
Followers of the pope and considered lesser men
A woeful tale of anger, of bravery and shame
Viva San Patricios their memory will remain
Led by Captain John Riley, from Clifden Co Galway
The San Patricios fight against them all
Side by side with Santa Anna, for Mexico they died
You will never see their picture on the wall
The heros of Churubusco, renegades in the USA
These sons of Ireland homeless saving grace
They bury their own dead and not a prayer was ever read
With pride they fought and died to keep their faith
Dreams of victory forgotten, they lay their muskets down
The Irish all alone nowhere to go
The firing squad took aim, what a tragedy what a shame
With open arms of God, we’ll never know
A new life full of promise they were told
Arriving at the docks, angry eyes with muskets cocked
General Taylor buying soldiers from the hold
It was 1846 with America seeking bricks
From a land far to the south they did not own
Mistreatment from the Anglos, the Catholic boys depart
From Cork and Kerry, Sligo and Tyrone
St Patrick’s battalion, the name given them
Followers of the pope and considered lesser men
A woeful tale of anger, of bravery and shame
Viva San Patricios their memory will remain
Led by Captain John Riley, from Clifden Co Galway
The San Patricios fight against them all
Side by side with Santa Anna, for Mexico they died
You will never see their picture on the wall
The heros of Churubusco, renegades in the USA
These sons of Ireland homeless saving grace
They bury their own dead and not a prayer was ever read
With pride they fought and died to keep their faith
Dreams of victory forgotten, they lay their muskets down
The Irish all alone nowhere to go
The firing squad took aim, what a tragedy what a shame
With open arms of God, we’ll never know
envoyé par Dq82 - 10/2/2021 - 13:18
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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