Текст песни Tim O`Brien - John Riley
Tim O`Brien - John Riley слова песни
John Riley came form Galway town in the years of the Irish hungerAnd he sailed away to America when the country was much youngerThe place was strange and work was scarce and all he knew was farmingSo he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US ArmyAdventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad storySome get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on gloryThey marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio GrandeThey built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa AnnaThey were treated bad, paid worse, and then the fighting startedThe more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US ArmyAdventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad storySome get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on gloryWhen the church bells rang on Sunday morn it set his soul a shiverHe saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the riverJohn Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenariesCast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio GrandeAdventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad storySome get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on gloryThey fought bravely under the flag of the San PatriciosTill the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of ChurubuscoThen fifteen men were whipped like mulesAnd on the cheeks were hot iron brandedMade to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handedAdventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad storySome get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on gloryJohn Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera CruzHe wonders if it matters much if you win or if you loseI`m a man who can`t go home , a wanderer, says heA victim of some wanderlust and divided loyaltyAdventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad storySome get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory