Текст песни rogers stan - The House Of Orange
rogers stan - The House Of Orange слова песни
[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don`t care what your politics are, whenour children are dying in the streets, it`s time to put away the guns." Hesaid he`d never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. Itis fitting that it be the last on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]I took back my hand and I showed him the doorNo dollar of mine would I part with this dayFor fueling the engines of bloody cruel warIn my forefather`s land far away.Who fled the first Famine wearing all that they owned,Were called `Navigators`, all ragged and torn,And built the Grand Trunk here, and found a new homeWherever their children were born.Their sons have no politics. None call recallAllegiance from long generations before.O`this or O`that name just can`t mean a thingOr be cause enough for to war.And meanwhile my babies are safe in their home,Unlike their pale cousins who shiver and cryWhile kneecappers nail their poor Dads to the floorAnd teach them to hate and to die.It`s those cruel beggars who spurn the fair coin.The peace for their kids they could take at their will.Since the day old King Billy prevailed at the Boyne,They`ve bombed and they`ve slain and they`ve killed.Now they cry out for money and wail at the doorBut Home Rule or Republic, `tis all of it shame;And a curse for us here who want nothing of war.We`re kindred in nothing but name.All rights and all wrongs have long since blown away,For causes are ashes where children lie slain.Yet the damned U.D.I and the cruel I.R.A.Will tomorrow go murdering again.But no penny of mine will I add to the fray."Remember the Boyne!" they will cry out in vain,For I`ve given my heart to the place I was bornAnd forgiven the whole House of OrangeKing Billy and the whole House of Orange.