Post by [GG] Tuncarl on Sept 21, 2004 16:01:27 GMT -5
Thought some of you may be interested in some folk song lyrics, mainly from and relating to the Napoleonic era. Not everyones cup of tea, but I like folk music and even my wedding (next March) is even going to be heavily Celtic/medieval themed. Here's the first.
The Bonnie Lighthorseman
Ye maids, wives, and widows, I pray give attention, Unto this sad tale I rehearse unto thee, A maid in distress who will now be a rover, She relies upon George for the loss of her love. Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover, My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.
Three years and six months since he left England's shore, My bonny lighthorseman, will I ne'er see him more? He's mounted on horseback, so gallant and gay And among the whole regiment respected was he. Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover, My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.
When Boney commanded his armies to stand, He levelled his cannon right over the land, He levelled his cannons his victory to gain And he slew my lighthorseman on the way coming hame. Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover, My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.
The dove she laments for her mate as she flies, 'Oh where, tell me where is my darling?' she cries, 'And where in this world is there one to compare With my bonny lighthorseman who was slain in the war?' Broken-hearted I'll wander, for the loss of my lover, My bonny lighthorseman, in the wars he was slain.
Post by [GG] Tuncarl on Sept 21, 2004 16:04:06 GMT -5
Ok, we gotta have this one
The British Grenadiers
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules, Of Hector and Lysander, and some of Meltiades. But of all the world's brave heros, there's none that can compare With a tow row row row row To the British grenadiers
Now none of these ancient heros ever saw a cannon ball Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal, But our brave boys do now them and banish all their fears With a tow row row row row To the British grenadiers
Whenever we are commanded to storm the palisades Our leaders march with fusils and we with hand grenades We hurl them from the glacis, about our enemies' ears With a tow row row row row To the British grenadiers
The God of War was pleased and great Bellona smiles To see these noble heroes of our British Isles And all the Gods celestial, descending from their spheres, Beheld with adoration The British grenadiers
Now let us crown a bumper and drink a health to those, Who carry caps and pouches and wear the loup'ed clothes May they and their commanders live happy all their years With a tow row row row row To the British grenadiers
Post by [GG] Tuncarl on Sept 21, 2004 16:14:35 GMT -5
This one seems to be the original of the song made famous by the "Sharpe" series. I have also seen it as O'er the hills instead of "over" and of course the later version which they used during King George's reign.
When over the hills and far away.
Hark! Now the drums beat up again, For all true soldier gentlemen, Then let us 'list and march I say, Over the hills and far away.
Chorus Over the hills and o'er the main. To Flanders, Portugal, and Spain, Queen Anne commands and we'll obey. Over the hills and far away.
All gentlemen that have a mind, To serve the Queen that's good and kind, Come 'list and enter into pay, Then over the hills and far away.
Here's forty shillings on the drum, For those that volunteers do come, With shirts, and clothes, and present pay, Then o'er the hills and far away.
No more from sound of drums retreat, While Marlborough and Galway beat, The French and Spaniards every day, When o'er the hills and far away.
The 'prentice Tom he may refuse, To wipe his angry master's shoes, For then he's free to sing and play, Over the hills and far away.
Come on then boys, and you shall see, We every one shall captains be! To sleeper and rant as well as they, Over the Hills and Far Away
We then shall lead more happy lives, By getting rid of brats and wives, That scold on both the night and day, When over the hills and far away.
Post by [GG]Salis De Silver on Sept 23, 2004 4:21:29 GMT -5
Here's one for Nelson
Bold Nelson's Praise
Bold Nelson's praise I am going to sing, (Not forgetting our glorious King) He always did good tidings bring, For he was a bold commander. There was Sydney Smith and Duncan too, Lord Howe and all the glorious crew; They were the men that were true blue. Full of care, yet I swear None with Nelson could compare, Not even Alexander.
Bold Buonaparte he threaten'd war, A man who fear'd not wound nor scar, But still he lost at Trafalgar Where Britain was victorious. Lord Nelson's actions made him quake, And all French pow'rs he made to shake; He said his king he'd ne'er forsake. These last words thus he spake, Stand true, my lads, like hearts of oak, And the battle shall be glorious.
Lord Nelson bold, though threaten'd wide, And many a time he had been tried, He fought like a hero till he died Amid the battle gory. But the day was won, their line was broke, While all around was lost in smoke, And Nelson he got his death-stroke, That's the man for old England! He faced his foe with his sword in hand And he lived and he died in his glory.
Vyi jertvoiyoi pali v bor'be rokovoy Lyubvi bezzavetnoy k narodu Vyi otdali vsyo, tchto moghli, za nego. Za zhizn', ego tchest' i svobodu
Poroy iznyivali vyi v tyur'mah syiryih, Svoy sud besposhtchadnyi otvagui Sud'yi - palatchi uzh davno izrekli. I shli vyi, gremya kandalami
Nagrelisya tsepi ot znoynyih lutchey I v telo vpilisya zmeyami I kaplet na zemlyu goryatchaya krov' Iz ran, rastravlennyih tsepyami
No tyi moltchalivo okovyi nesyosh', Za delo lyubvi tyi stradaesh' Za to, tchto ne mog ravnodushno smotret', Kak brat v nishtchete poguibaet
A despot piruyet v roskoshnom dvortse, Trevogu vinom zalivaya No groznyie bukvyi davno na stene Tchertit uzh ruka rokovaya
Padet proyizvol i vosstanet narod - Velikiy, mogutchiy, svobodnyiy Proshtchayte zhe, brat'ya, myi tchestno proshli Svoy Doblestnyiy put' blagorodnyiy.
1) You fell victims in the deadly struggle Of unselfish love towards your people You gave whatever you had for it For life, for honor, for freedom.
2) You sometimes crouch in moist jails Judges and executioners had passed judgement On your boldness And grudgingly you went with fetters on your feet.
3) You trudge exhausted and your fetters are clinking (making noise) (With your)hands and feet folded Quietly but sadly casting your eyes Forward on the deserted road.
4) The chains are hot with glowing (searing) rays They have clasped your flesh like snakes And your warm blood is oozing on the ground.
5) But you silently bear your fetters You suffer for the cause of love Because you cannot bear seeing unmoved (indifferent) Your brother dying in wretchedness.
6) In your soul you keep the holy faith The truth is stronger than a sledgehammer (a " huge blacksmith's hammer") The time will come and this blood will be appreciated (esteemed) That you are shedding for your brother
7) And the tyrant is feasting in luxurious palaces Drowning his anguish in wine But the deadly (fatal) hand is drawing Threatening letters on the wall.
8) Tyranny shall fall and the people will rebel The great powerful and free people Farewell our brothers! You have walked with honor Your road of worthiness and righteousness (nobility)
9) The rank of young (fresh) soldiers is following your footsteps Ready to die and to accomplish high deeds Farewell our brothers ! You have walked with honor Your road of worthiness and righteousness.