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New York Volunteer
Bobby Horton





'Twas in the days of seventy-six
When freemen young and old
All fought for Independence then
Each hero brave and bold!
'Twas then the noble Stars and Stripes
In triumph did appear
And defended by brave patriots
The Yankee Volunteers
'Tis my delight to march and fight
Like a New York Volunteer!

Now, there's our City Regiments
Just see what they have done:
The first to offer to the State
To go to Washington
To protect the Federal Capital
And the flag they love so dear!
And they've done their duty nobly,
Like New York Volunteers!
'Tis my delight to march and fight
Like a New York Volunteer!

The Rebels out in Maryland
They madly raved and swore,
They'd let none of our Union troops
Pass through Baltimore
But the Massachusetts Regiment
No traitors did they fear
But fought their way to Washington
Like Yankee Volunteers!
'Tis my delight to march and fight
Like a New York Volunteer!
17-10-2013 23:23
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THE IRISH BATTALION





When old Virginia took the field,
And wanted men to rally on,–
To be at once her sword and shield,–
She formed her First Battalion.
Although her sons were volunteers,
And brave as ever bore a brand,
The good old lady had her fears,
That they might prove but weak of hand.
She therefore wisely cast about,
For men of mettle and of mould.–
With nerve of steel and muscle stout,
Like those that lived in days of old.
She wanted men of pluck and might,–
Of fiery heart and horny hand,–
To wield the pick as well as fight;
Or build a breastwork out of sand.
Or should she march to meet the foe,
That threatened on her Western border,
She wanted willing men to go,
When told to put her roads in order.
Or should the volunteers retreat,
With baggage that might make them carry,
‘Would blunt the edge of their defeat,
To bear a hand and help them carry.
Or should some die of fell disease,–
The surgeon having failed to save,–
Sure men who work with so much ease,
Would volunteer to dig a grave!
For these, and reasons quite as sound,
When old Virginia went to war,
She circumspectly viewed the ground,
And plumped the middle man from taw!
In other words, to change the figure,
When she stood up and took her rifle,
And put her flogger on the trigger,
She meant to work, and not to trifle.
And standing thus, yet wanting them,
Some regulars to rally on,
She took three hundred Irishmen,
And formed her First Battalion.
And when the storm of battle sweeps,
Where fiercest foemen sally on,
There, hard at work, or piled in heaps,
She’ll find her bold battalion.

Middle Mountain Sept. 28th, 1861.
17-10-2013 23:24
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The Dreadful Engagement





You Irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old
A dolefull lamentation now to you I will unfold
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

One hundred gallant Irishmen, we are left for to deplore
Whose bodies fell victim upon fair Columbia’s shore
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

It was at the siege of New Orleans, upon the ninth of May
Our Countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

They were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel
But Erin’s sons did loudly cry we’ll die before we kneel
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

They were repulsed they could not stand exertion proved in vain
They strove to break the enemy’s force, and drive them from the plain
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

But alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play
Not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

To see the streets that evening each heart would rend with pain
The human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

Men’s heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see
And wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

The federals they did then advanced and broken through the town
They trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

The wounded called for mercy but none they did receive
They numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

Three hundred killed and wounded that lay in their grave
One half of them were irish men far from their native shore
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

Poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day
They let their lovely children go on to Americay
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

For ye that hear those doleful lines do not neglect to toil
An they everfore enlighten good On St Patricks Isle
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

And a drink upon our countrymen who left their native shore
Their friends may mourn for their loss they’ll never seem them more
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

Now to conclude with these few lines, with grief I’ll say no more
You know it was through poverty they left their native shore
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh

They had no one to heal their wounds may angels them surround
Before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da­, too-nai-doh
17-10-2013 23:33
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Boys That Wore The Green





On the 21st of July, beneath a burning sun,
McDowell met the Southern troops in battle at Bull Run.
Above the Union vanguard, was proudly to be seen
Beside the starry banner, old Erin´s flag of green.

Col. Corcoran led the 69th on that eventful day,
I wish the Prince of Wales were there to see him in the fray.
His charge upon the batteries was a most glorious scene,
With gallant New York firemen and the boys that wear the green.

In the hottest of the fire, there rode along the line
A captain of the Zouave band, crying, "Now, boys, is your time."
Ah, who so boldy rides with the bold and dauntless men?
´Tis Thomas Francus Meagher of Erin´s isle of green.

The colors of the 69th, I say it without shame,
Were taken in the struggle to swell the victor´s fame;
But Farnham´s dashing Zouaves, that run with the machine,
Retook them in a moment, with the boys that wore the green.
Being overpowered by numbers, our troops were forced to flee.
The Southern black horse cavalry on them charged furiously,
But in that hour of peril, the flying mass to screen,
Stood the gallant New York firemen with the boys that
wore the green.

Oh, the boys of the 69th, they are a gallant band,
Bolder never drew a sword for their adopted land.
Amongst the fallen heroes, a braver had not been
Than you, lamented Haggerty, of Erin´s isle of green.

Farewell, my gallant countrymen who fell that fatal day.
Farewell, ye noble firemen, now mouldering in the clay.
While blooms the leafy shamrock, whilst runs the old machine.
Your deeds will live bold Red Shirts and boys that wore the green.
17-10-2013 23:43
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The Fighting 69th





Come all you gallant heroes,
And along with me combined
I'll sing a song,
it won't take long,
Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth
They're a band of men brave,
stout and bold,
From Ireland they came
And they have a leader to the fold,
And Cocoran was his name

It was in the month of April,
When the boys they sailed away
And they made a sight so glorious,
As they marched along Broadway
They marched right down Broadway,
me boys,
Until they reached the shore
And from there they went to Washington,
And straight unto the war

So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

And when the war is said and done,
May heaven spare our lives
For its only then we can return,
To our loved ones and our wives
We'll take them in our arms,
me boys,
For a long night and a day
And we'll hope that war will come no more,
To sweet America

So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth

So farewell unto you dear New York,
Will I e'er see you once more
For it fills my heart with sorrow,
To leave your sylvan shore
But the country now it is calling us,
And we must hasten fore
So here's to the stars and stripes,
me boys,
And to Ireland's lovely shore

And here's to Murphy and Devine,
Of honour and renown
Who did escort our heroes,
Unto the battle ground
And said unto our colonel,
We must fight hand to hand
Until we plant the stars and stripes,
Way down in Dixieland

So we gave them a hearty cheer,
me boys,
It was greeted with a smile
Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise,
We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth
17-10-2013 23:44
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John Brown's body





John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave;
His soul's marching on!
(Chorus)
Glory, halle-hallelujah! Glory, halle-hallelujah!
Glory, halle-hallelujah! his soul's marching on!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord!
His soul's marching on!
(Chorus)
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back!
His soul's marching on!
(Chorus)
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
His pet lambs will meet him on the way;
They go marching on!
(Chorus)
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
They will hang Jeff. Davis to a sour apple tree!
As they march along!
(Chorus)
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
Now, three rousing cheers for the Union;
As we are marching on!
Inevitably, and as hinted above, many verses to the song exist other than the "official" ones quoted above - often either obscene, or strongly abolitionist. One of the latter, obviously thoroughly "annexed" is this full version from another source (the book of Victor Hugo's "Letter to America against John Brown hanging"). It is interesting, but unlikely to have ever been sung on the march:

John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave,
John Brown's body lies mouldering in the grave,
His soul is marching on!
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His soul is marching on!
He captured Harper's Ferry with his nineteen men so true,
And he frightened old Virginia till she trembled through and through,
They hung him for a traitor, themselves the traitor crew,
But his soul is marching on!
Chorus
John Brown died that the slave might be free,
John Brown died that the slave might be free,
John Brown died that the slave might be free,
And his soul is marching on!
Chorus
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
On the grave of old John Brown.
Chorus
Now has come the glorious jubilee,
Now has come the glorious jubilee,
Now has come the glorious jubilee,
When all mankind are free.
Chorus
18-10-2013 18:49
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RE: Muzyka
Zapraszam do mojego "skarbca" muzyki z Wojny Secesyjnej
(http://chomikuj.pl/rozumek1993/Muzyka+Wojna+Secesyjna ) hasło: johnbrown
19-10-2013 20:10
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The battle cry of freedom.





Yes we’ll rally round the flag, boys, we’ll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
We will rally from the hillside, we’ll gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

We are springing to the call with a million freemen more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we’ll fill our vacant ranks of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And although he may be poor, he shall never be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

So we’re springing to the call from the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we’ll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love best,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The Union forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
20-10-2013 16:11
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Army of the Free





In the army of the Union we are marching in the van,
And will do the work before us, if the bravest soldiers can;
We will drive the Rebel forces from their strongholds to the sea,
And will live and die together in the Army of the Free.


We may rust beneath inaction, we may sink beneath disease,
The summer sun may scorch us or the winter's blasts may freeze,
But whatever may befall us, we will let the Rebels see,
That unconquered we shall still remain the Army of the Free.

(Chorus)
The Army of the Free, in the Army of the Free,
That unconquered we shall still remain the Army of the Free.

We have Butterfield the daring and we've Martindale the cool,
Where could we learn the art of war within a better school;
Add Morell to the list of names and we must all agree,
We have the finest Generals in the Army of the Free.

(Chorus)
The Army of the Free, in the Army of the Free,
We have the finest Generals in the Army of the Free.

Then hurrah for our Division, may it soon be called to go,
To add its strength to those who have advanced to meet the foe;
God bless it, for we know right well, wherever it may be,
'Twill never fail to honor our great Army of the Free.

(Chorus)
The Army of the Free, in the Army of the Free,
'Twill never fail to honor our great Army of the Free.
20-10-2013 16:14
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The Cumberland's Crew

Piosenka opowiada o przegranej walce okrętu USS Cuberland z nowym okrętem Konfederacji CSS Merrimac.





Oh, shipmates come gather and join in my ditty
Of a terrible battle that happened of late.
Let each Union tar shed a tear of sad pity
When he things of the once-gallant Cumberland’s fate.
The eighth day of March told a terrible story
When many a brave tar to this world bid adieu.
Our flag, it was wrapped in a mantle of glory
By the heroic deeds of the Cumberland’s crew.

On that ill-fated day, about ten in the morning,
the sky it was clear, bright shone the sun.
The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning
That told every seaman to stand by his gun.
For an ironclad frigate down on us came bearing
And high in the air her base Rebel flag flew.
A banner of treason, she proudly was nearing,
Determined to conquer the Cumberland’s crew.

Then up spoke the Captain with stern resolution,
Saying, “Boys, of this monster, now, don’t be dismayed.
We are sworn to maintain our beloved constitution,
And to die for our country we are not afraid.
We’ll fight for the Union. Our cause, it is glorious.
By the stars and the stripes we shall stand ever true.
We’ll sink at our quarters or conquer victorious.”
He was answered by cheers from the Cumberland’s crew.

Our noble ship fired, Huge guns, Dreadful thunder,
Our broadsides like hail on the Rebels did pour.
The people gazed on, struck by terror and wonder,
As the shot struck her side and glanced harmessly o’er.
But the pride of our navy could never be daunted,
Though the decks with the dead and the wounded did strew.
The star-spangled banner, how proudly she flaunted.
It was nailed to the mast by the Cumberland’s crew.

They fought us three hours, with stern resolution,
’til the Rebels found cannon could never decide.
The flag of secession had no power to quell them,
Though the blood from our scuppers did crimson the tide.
She struck us amidships. Our flank she did sever.
Her sharp iron prow pierced our noble ship through.
And they cried as they sank in that dark rolling river.
“We’ll die at our guns,” cried the Cumberland’s crew.

Well slowly they sank in those dark rolling waters.
Their voices on earth shall be hard nevermore.
They’ll be wept by Columbia’s brave sons and fair daughters.
May their blood be avenged on Virginia’s old shore.
And if ever our sailors in battle assemble,
God bless our dear banner, the red, white, and blue.
Beneath her proud folds we’ll cause tyrants to tremble,
Or sink at our guns like the Cumberland’s crew.

(Courtesy of Jerry Vaughn and Greg Starbuck from the series “Songs of the Civil War and Before,”
Virginia Beach, Virginia.)
29-10-2013 23:14
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RE: Muzyka



"Marching through Georgia"
Verse 1
Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along
Sing it as we used to sing it, 50,000 strong
While we were marching through Georgia.
Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through Georgia.
Verse 2
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground
While we were marching through Georgia.
Verse 3
Yes and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Verse 4
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"
So the saucy rebels said and 'twas a handsome boast
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the Host
While we were marching through Georgia.
Verse 5
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Georgia.




"Battle Hymn of The Republic"
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
17-12-2013 21:04
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RE: Muzyka



Moja wersja "Marching Through Georgia" (tłumaczenie i wykonanie)
Mam nadzieję, że wyszła nieźle Blush

Tekst:
1)Chodźcie chłopcy, zbierzcie się, śpiewajmy nową pieśń!
Z werwą zaśpiewajmy tak jak kiedyś w Armii, (ech!)
Gdy pięćdziesiąt tysięcy chłopców do boju szło!
Idąc prościutko przez Georgię!

Ref.
Hurra, hurra! Niesiemy radość więc!
Hurra, hurra! z Flagą Wolności też!
Więc śpiewamy chórem od Atlanty ku morzu,
Kiedy idziemy przez Georgię!

2)Jak czarnuchy zakrzyknęły, gdy spotkały nas!
Jak indyki zagulgały, gdy widziały nas!
Nawet z ziemi wyskoczyły słodkie ziemniaki
Idąc prościutko przez Georgię!

3)Tak, i wierni Unioniści także byli tam,
Gdy ujrzeli naszą Flagę, cali byli w łzach!
Ciężko było im się z nami rozstać, smutny czas.
Kiedy idziemy przez Georgię!

4)"Jankesi Shermana nie dojdą do brzegu, nie!"
To zuchwali rebelianci wciąż pyskują, lecz
niech nie zapominają, kto wygra, a kto nie!
Idąc prościutko przez Georgię

5)Więc tworzymy Thoroughfare-ścieżkę dla wolności
sześć tysięcy mil za nami, a dwa przed nami!
Zdrada już nie istnieje, opór dziś wstydem jest
Idąc prościutko przez Georgię
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Jestem pod wrażeniem. Smile Musisz to zaśpiewać kiedyś przy ogniskuBig Grin
08-09-2015 21:50
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RE: Muzyka
John tak długo się nie odzywałeś, że myślałem, że Cię zgarnęli do Andersonville, a tu taka niespodzianka. Big Grin
Będziesz pionierem w "spolszczaniu" piosenek z okresu ACW.
Oby tak dalej Big Grin
08-09-2015 22:01
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Post: #15
RE: Muzyka
Mam już gotowe, tylko nie "wyśpiewane": "Bojowy Hymn Republiki", "Ciało Johna...", "Niebieską Flagę Bonnie", a teraz tłumaczę "Dixie"....
Biorąc pod uwagę dużą liczbę tekstów to jeszcze trochę mi zajmie, ale mam nadzieję że szybko się uporam, jakby były jakieś sugestie co do tłumaczenia (poprawki) to oczywiście piszcie śmiało.
08-09-2015 22:04
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Post: #16
RE: Muzyka
Brawo Johnie Brownie Big Grin
Od razu przypomina mi się Błażejów (vlaczek) i maszerujący niemieccy jankesi, którzy śpiewali w swoim języku "Glory alleluja" Smile
Jak my to zrobimy po polsku, to będzie heca Big Grin Nie mogę się doczekać następnych Twoich, polskich wersji Smile
08-09-2015 22:48
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Post: #17
RE: Muzyka
A już maiłem zaproponować przesunięcie kolegi muzyka do sekcji gimnastycznej żeby nabrał optymizmu Smile

A tak na serio. Tłumaczenie dobre, ale do śpiewania wymaga dopracowania artystycznego, bo miejscami przy tłumaczeniu zgubiłeś rytm wiersza czyli tzw. "regularność w rozkładzie akcentów".
Szczególnie to widać w 4 zwrotce - 3 wers i 5 zwrotce w pierwszych trzech wersach.
Wiem, że to niełatwe przy przekładzie tekstu ale warto dopracować.

Czarnuszka to w Polsce nazwa przyprawy.... Z racji tego, że w angielskiej wersji "darkey" znaczy tyle mniej więcej co czarnuch to ja bym albo zostawił jak w oryginale albo poszukał innego zamiennika.
09-09-2015 07:58
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Post: #18
RE: Muzyka



Niebieska Flaga Bonnie, z dedykacją dla naszych kochanych Rebów z 14th LA i Lafayette Rifle Cadets:

Tekst:

1)Jesteśmy wszyscy braćmi i narodem z ziemi tej.
Walczyliśmy za prawa wolności z trudem zdobyte!
Gdy zostały pogwałcone, okrzyk się rozlega:
"Wszyscy wywieście Flagę Bonnie, co gwiazdę jedną ma!"

Ref. Hurra, hurra, za Południe, Hurra!
Hurra za Flagę Bonnie, co gwiazdę jedną ma!

2)Tak długo jak "ta Unia" lojalna była nam,
Byliśmy jak bracia na dobre i na złe,
Lecz teraz, gdy ten twór koszmarem zdaje się
Wywieście wszyscy Flagę Bonnie, co jedną gwiazdę ma!

3)Południowa Karolina, pierwsza zrobiła krok,
Druga Alabama, wykonała tenże skok,
Kolejno Missisipi, Georgia i Floryda
Wywieszają Flagę Bonnie, co gwiazdę jedną ma!

4)Następnie wielcy ludzie z Południa doszli nam,
Texas, daleka Lousiana w walce wspomogą nas
Davis, kochany Prezydent, Stephens senator, Tak!
Wszyscy kochają Flagę Bonnie, co gwiazdę jedną ma!

5)Kolej na Wirginię, stary, dobry stan
W końcu się zdecydowała pomóc w biedzie nam
I za jej przykładem kolejne stany już...
Wywieszają Flagę Bonnie, co gwiazdę jedną ma!

6)Cieszcie się chłopcy i krzyczcie dziś: "Hurra"
Arkansas i Północna Karolina z Unii wypadły dwa!
I jeszcze okrzyk jeden za Tennessee oddajcie
Z jednej gwiazdy na Fladze Bonnie zrobiło się jedenaście!

7)Więc nasza Konfederacja silna i dzielna jest
Starzy Patrioci chcąc dziedzictwo ocalić.
Wolimy raczej umrzeć, niż do błędu przyznać się
Więc wywieszajmy Flagę Bonnie, co jedną gwiazdę ma!
09-09-2015 16:30
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Post: #19
RE: Muzyka
Coś dla każdego "Reba": Moja wersja Bojowego Dixie, (chyba naprawdę dobrze przełożyłem Blush)




Tekst:
1)Południowcy, posłuchajcie: "Do boju dziś przygrywajcie!"
Do broni, do broni, do broni, za Dixie!
W jednym rytmie, w jednym sercu odepchnijmy dziś Jankesów!
Do broni, do broni, do broni, za Dixie!

Ref. Do boju, Flago Dixie, Hurra, hurra!
Za Dixie kraj gotowiśmy żyć, lub umierać dumnie!
Broń się, broń się i wywalcz pokój w Dixie!

2)Słuchajcie, jak na Północy grzmią pioruny ich głupoty!
Do broni, do broni, do broni za Dixie!
Chociaż Unii flaga wieje, zaraz chyba się rozwieje!
Do broni, do broni, do broni za Dixie!
Ref.

3)Dziś niczego się nie bójcie: Wszyscy razem na bój pójdźcie!
Do broni, do broni, do broni za Dixie!
Wybór słuszny dokonajcie i kraj Dixie dziś zbawiajcie!
Do broni, do broni, do broni, za Dixie!
Ref.
10-09-2015 20:54
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Post: #20
RE: Muzyka
"Gdy Johhny Wraca do domu znów"




1)Gdy Johnny wraca do domu znów,
Hurra, hurra!
Zgotujmy powitanie mu!
Hurra, hurra!
Mężowie brawo bić będą znów,
Kobiety rzucać zaś kwiatki mu,
I wszyscy się cieszą: Johnny powraca znów!

2)Kościelny dzwon radośnie brzmi:
Hurra, hurra!
Witając w domu Bohatera,
Hurra, hurra!
Mieszkańcy wioski radują się,
dekorują swe domy dziś!
I wszyscy się cieszą: Johnny powraca znów!

3)Szykujcie się na wesele!
Hurra, hurra!
Dajcie Mu: radość, chwałę, cześć!
Hurra, hurra!
Wieniec laurowy zdobiący skroń,
to największa jest nagroda doń!
I wszyscy się cieszą: Johnny powraca znów!

4)Niech miłość i przyjaźni moc,
Hurra, hurra!
Największym skarbem będą w tę noc!
Hurra, hurra!
Pozwólmy dziś aby serca dwa
pokrzepić mogły wojownika!
I wszyscy się cieszą: Johnny powraca znów!
11-09-2015 18:33
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