Who Is Ireland's Enemy - Declan Hunt.mp3

Who Is Ireland's Enemy - Declan Hunt.mp3
Who Is Ireland's Enemy-Declan Hunt (无损音质) 专享
[00:02.36]Oh, who is Irel...
[00:02.36]Oh, who is Ireland's enemy?
[00:05.34]Not Germany, nor Spain,
[00:07.78]Not Russia, France nor Austria;
[00:10.22]They forged for her no chains,
[00:12.88]Nor quenched her hearths,
[00:14.07]Nor razed her homes,
[00:15.17]Nor laid her altars low,
[00:17.56]Nor sent her sons to tramp the hills
[00:19.99]Amid the winter snow.
[00:23.63]Who spiked the heads of Irish priests
[00:25.77]On Dublin Castle's gate?
[00:27.91]Who butchered helpless Irish babes,
[00:30.35]A lust for blood to sate?
[00:32.93]Who outraged Irish maidenhood,
[00:35.02]And tortured aged sires,
[00:37.15]And spread from Clare to Donegal
[00:39.50]The glare of midnight fires?
[00:43.19]Who scourged our land in 'Ninety-Eight,
[00:45.28]Spread torment far and wide,
[00:47.27]Till Ireland shrieked in woe and pain,
[00:50.05]And Hell seemed fair beside?
[00:52.44]Who plied the pitch-cap and the sword,
[00:54.63]The gibbet and the rack?
[00:56.98]Oh God! that we should ever fail
[00:59.22]To pay those devils back.
[01:02.71]Who slew the three in Manchester,
[01:04.80]One grim November dawn,
[01:07.09]While 'round them howled sadistically
[01:09.53]The Devil's cruel spawn?
[01:11.72]Who shattered many a Fenian mind
[01:14.06]In dungeons o'er the foam,
[01:16.16]And broke the loyal Fenian hearts
[01:18.60]That pined for them at home?
[01:22.13]Who shot down Clarke and Connolly
[01:24.42]And Pearse at dawn of day,
[01:26.56]And Plunkett and Mac Diarmada,
[01:28.90]And all who died as they?
[01:31.24]Who robbed us of MacSwiney brave?
[01:33.53]Who murdered Mellows, too,
[01:35.67]Sent Barry to a felon's grave,
[01:37.96]And slaughtered Cathal Brugha?
[01:41.49]Not Germany nor Austria,
[01:43.53]Not Russia, France nor Spain
[01:45.92]That robbed and reaved this land of ours,
[01:48.16]And forged her heavy chains;
[01:50.50]But England of the wily words –
[01:52.79]A crafty, treacherous foe –
[01:54.93]'Twas England scourged our Motherland,
[01:57.27]'Twas England laid her low!
[02:00.65]Rise up, oh dead of Ireland!
[02:02.75]And rouse her living men,
[02:05.14]The chance will come to us at last
[02:07.43]To win our own again,
[02:10.81]To sweep the English enemy
[02:12.85]From hill and glen and bay,
[02:15.09]And in your name, oh Holy Dead,
[02:17.53]Our sacred debt to pay!
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