《Ballyshannon Lane》歌词

[00:00:00] Ballyshannon Lane - Donal Lunny

[00:00:00] Twas in ninety six as the moon did fix

[00:00:04] Her beams o'er Scullabogue

[00:00:08] While the planet Mars and the twinkling stars

[00:00:13] Denoted where each roved;

[00:00:16] Of the Saxon birth had bit the earth

[00:00:20] Well Cromwell's crew were slain

[00:00:25] Where the Yeomen that fled and left their dead

[00:00:30] In the Ballyshannon Lane

[00:00:35] I paused a while beside the stile

[00:00:40] At the Churchyard in old Courtoyle

[00:00:43] One night in June as the silvery moon

[00:00:48] O'er the Rebel's grave did sail;

[00:00:52] Scenes of ninety eight which I now relate

[00:00:57] Passed through my youthful brain

[00:01:01] I prayed for the dead

[00:01:04] And through Raheen fled

[00:01:07] To Ballyshannon Lane

[00:01:13] I passed Jim Moore's and the old forge door

[00:01:18] Where Evoy forged the pike

[00:01:22] The night being kind no rain or wind

[00:01:27] Blew over hill or dyke;

[00:01:31] By Keatings gate while I chanced to wait

[00:01:37] My thoughts drove me insane

[00:01:41] For the Yeoman crew a youth they slew

[00:01:47] In the Ballyshannon Lane

[00:01:52] My mother too God rest her soul

[00:01:57] She showed me where he fell

[00:02:01] Twas across the lands where Doyle's house stands

[00:02:06] He fought manly and well

[00:02:10] And out by Kehoe's he chased the foes

[00:02:15] And many a Hessian was slain

[00:02:19] Till six bayonets pressed through his rebel breast

[00:02:25] In the Ballyshannon Lane

[00:02:31] In Keating's lawn at the morning's dawn

[00:02:35] When the barn was all in flames

[00:02:40] I'm grieved to tell my three uncles fell

[00:02:45] That's Martin John and James

[00:02:49] As my aunt Kate stood by the gate

[00:02:53] Herself and child were slain;

[00:02:58] Oh my teeth still cringe to have revenge

[00:03:04] For Ballyshannon Lane

[00:03:09] This was the song that my mother sang

[00:03:13] Into my youthful ears;

[00:03:17] And down her cheeks for weeks and weeks

[00:03:22] Rolled hot and scalding tears

[00:03:26] My brother Mike forged me a pike

[00:03:30] To take the hills again

[00:03:34] And in Irelands need I'm here to bleed

[00:03:40] For the Ballyshannon Lane