[00:00.000] 作曲 : Traditional arranged by Derek Warfield
[00:07.000]Whilst we honor in song and in story
[00:10.496]All the names of Pearse and McBride
[00:14.918]Whose names are illumined in glory
[00:17.702]With the martyrs’ who long since have died
[00:22.108]
[00:22.334]Forget not the boys of Kilmichael
[00:25.681]Those lads that's stalwart and true
[00:29.111]Who fought 'neath the green flag of Ireland
[00:32.662]And they conquered the red, white and blue
[00:36.519]
[00:36.792]Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
[00:40.614]Who feared not the might of the foe
[00:44.125]The day that they marched into battle
[00:47.263]And they laid all the Black and Tans low
[00:51.391]
[00:51.748]And the twenty-eighth day of November
[00:54.590]When the Tans left the town of the Macroom
[00:59.126]They were armed in two Crossley Tenders
[01:02.163]Which led them right into their doom
[01:06.130]
[01:06.563]They were up on the road to Kilmichael
[01:09.910]And never expected to stall
[01:13.696]They met with the boys of the column
[01:17.036]Who made a clear sweep of them all
[01:21.056]
[01:21.298]Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
[01:24.872]Who feared not the might of the foe
[01:28.438]The day that they marched into battle
[01:31.613]And they laid all the Black and Tans low…
[01:36.172]
[01:50.649]Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
[01:54.420]Who feared not the might of the foe
[01:58.002]The day that they marched into battle
[02:01.075]And they laid all the Black and Tans low
[02:05.240]
[02:05.649]The sun in the west it was sinking
[02:08.245]Twas the eve of a cold winter's day
[02:12.810]The Tans we were eagerly waiting
[02:15.994]Sailed into the spot where we lay
[02:20.061]
[02:20.349]And over the hill went the echo
[02:23.997]The sound of the rifle and gun
[02:27.566]And the flames on their lorries gave tidings
[02:30.655]That the boys of the column had won
[02:34.604]
[02:34.968]Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
[02:38.762]Who feared not the might of the foe
[02:42.343]The day that they marched into battle
[02:45.332]And they laid all the Black and Tans low
[02:49.694]
[02:49.984]The lorries were ours before twilight
[02:52.811]And high over Dunmanway town
[02:57.207]Our banners in triumph were waving
[03:00.257]Just to show that the Tans had gone down
[03:04.269]
[03:04.560]We gathered our rifles and bayonets
[03:08.351]And soon left the glen so obscure
[03:11.991]And we never drew rein till we halted
[03:15.149]At a faraway camp in Ure
[03:19.073]
[03:19.495]Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
[03:22.931]Who feared not the might of the foe
[03:26.818]The day that they marched into battle
[03:29.628]And they laid all the Black and Tans low
[03:33.983]
[03:34.223]Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
[03:37.718]Who feared not the might of the foe
[03:41.372]The day that they marched into battle
[03:44.459]And they laid all the Black and Tans low

作曲 : Traditional arranged by Derek Warfield
Whilst we honor in song and in story
All the names of Pearse and McBride
Whose names are illumined in glory
With the martyrs’ who long since have died
Forget not the boys of Kilmichael
Those lads that's stalwart and true
Who fought 'neath the green flag of Ireland
And they conquered the red, white and blue
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
Who feared not the might of the foe
The day that they marched into battle
And they laid all the Black and Tans low
And the twenty-eighth day of November
When the Tans left the town of the Macroom
They were armed in two Crossley Tenders
Which led them right into their doom
They were up on the road to Kilmichael
And never expected to stall
They met with the boys of the column
Who made a clear sweep of them all
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
Who feared not the might of the foe
The day that they marched into battle
And they laid all the Black and Tans low…
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
Who feared not the might of the foe
The day that they marched into battle
And they laid all the Black and Tans low
The sun in the west it was sinking
Twas the eve of a cold winter's day
The Tans we were eagerly waiting
Sailed into the spot where we lay
And over the hill went the echo
The sound of the rifle and gun
And the flames on their lorries gave tidings
That the boys of the column had won
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
Who feared not the might of the foe
The day that they marched into battle
And they laid all the Black and Tans low
The lorries were ours before twilight
And high over Dunmanway town
Our banners in triumph were waving
Just to show that the Tans had gone down
We gathered our rifles and bayonets
And soon left the glen so obscure
And we never drew rein till we halted
At a faraway camp in Ure
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
Who feared not the might of the foe
The day that they marched into battle
And they laid all the Black and Tans low
Then here's to the boys of Kilmichael
Who feared not the might of the foe
The day that they marched into battle
And they laid all the Black and Tans low