[00:00.000] 作词 : Mike Renshaw/Peter Yarrow
[00:00.476] 作曲 : Mike Renshaw/Peter Yarrow
[00:00.953]They build bombs and aim their pistols
[00:04.217]In the shadow of the cross
[00:07.481]And they swear an oath of vengeance
[00:12.491]To the martyrs they have lost
[00:17.258]But they pray for peace on Sundays
[00:22.026]With a rosary in each hand
[00:25.777]It’s long memories and short tempers
[00:33.803]That have cursed poor Ireland
[00:37.826]It’s long memories and short tempers
[00:43.838]That have cursed poor Ireland
[00:51.363]We have cousins on the old sod
[00:58.377]And we don’t forget our kin
[01:02.408]From Boston we send more guns
[01:07.675]And we tell them they can win
[01:10.938]Then we turn back to our green beer
[01:15.702]And to MacNamaras Band
[01:19.211]It’s true friends with false perceptions
[01:25.224]That have cursed poor Ireland
[01:29.746]True friends with false perceptions
[01:33.496]That have cursed poor Ireland
[01:37.761]They weave tales of wit and magic
[01:46.286]And their songs are strong and free
[01:50.050]But they fail to hear each other
[01:54.059]Prisoners of history
[02:01.083]Orange flags wave for the British
[02:06.346]To greet the armys clicking heel
[02:09.850]And Irish curse their Irish brother
[02:14.873]For the altar where they kneel
[02:18.382]And now provoked to greater anger
[02:22.645]By the distant royal hand
[02:26.150]It’s old hatreds and young victims
[02:32.920]That have cursed poor Ireland
[02:36.436]Old hatreds and young victims
[02:40.945]That have cursed poor Ireland
[02:44.706]So we’re left with retribution
[02:51.480]It's the cycle of the damned
[02:55.999]And the hope becomes more distant
[03:01.255]As the flames of hate are fanned
[03:05.518]Who will listen to the children
[03:11.283]For they’re taught to take their stand
[03:16.048]They say love and true forgiveness can still heal fair Ireland
[03:26.079]They say love and true forgiveness can still heal fair Ireland
[03:34.103]Only love and real forgiveness can still heal fair Ireland