[03:52.00]作曲 : Brian Warfield
[03:52.00]To the tiny homesteads of the west
[03:52.00]The recruiting sergeant came
[03:52.00]He promised all a future bright
[03:52.00]So the brave men went off to fight
[03:52.00]For the Empire and her laws
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]And many's a victory they had won
[03:52.00]Many hardships they had seen
[03:52.00]They fought and died side by side
[03:52.00]Their enemies they had defied
[03:52.00]And for a foreign king
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]The drums they were a-beating time
[03:52.00]While the pipes they loudly played
[03:52.00]When Daly died the drums did beat
[03:52.00]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[03:52.00]Now we beat the drums no more
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]While serving in a far-off land
[03:52.00]The news had come from home
[03:52.00]Of our people's fate it did relate
[03:52.00]Of the Tans and their campaign of hate
[03:52.00]And we're fighting on their side
[03:52.00]Arise, arise, young Daly cried
[03:52.00]Come join along with me
[03:52.00]We'll strike a blow for liberty
[03:52.00]A regimental mutiny
[03:52.00]In support of friends at home
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]The drums they were a-beating time
[03:52.00]While the pipes they loudly played
[03:52.00]When Daly died the drums did beat
[03:52.00]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[03:52.00]Now we beat the drums no more
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]And the colonel stood before his troops
[03:52.00]Those men who mutinied
[03:52.00]He told them of those honors won
[03:52.00]But the men stood in the blazing sun
[03:52.00]Saying we'll fight your war no more
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]For cannon fodder we had been
[03:52.00]For the French at Waterloo
[03:52.00]We fought your every bloody war
[03:52.00]And we'll fight your war no more
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]The drums they were a-beating time
[03:52.00]While the pipes they loudly played
[03:52.00]When Daly died the drums did beat
[03:52.00]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[03:52.00]Now we beat the drums no more
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]Those men got penal servitude
[03:52.00]And Daly's condemned to die
[03:52.00]Far from his home in Tyrrell Pass
[03:52.00]This young man's died in Ireland's cause
[03:52.00]Far from his native land
[03:52.00]
[03:52.00]The drums they were a-beating time
[03:52.00]While the pipes they loudly played
[03:52.00]When Daly died the drums did beat
[03:52.00]That morning in the Dagshai heat
[03:52.00]Now we beat the drums no more