David Kincaid — The Dreadful Engagement letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "The Dreadful Engagement" de David Kincaid.
Letra
You Irishmen and women too, draw near, both young and old
A dolefull lamentation now to you I will unfold
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
One hundred gallant Irishmen, we are left for to deplore
Whose bodies fell victim upon fair Columbia’s shore
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
It was at the siege of New Orleans, upon the ninth of May
Our Countrymen they suffered so upon that fatal day
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
They were engaged by five to one when charged on with the steel
But Erin’s sons did loudly cry we’ll die before we kneel
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
They were repulsed they could not stand exertion proved in vain
They strove to break the enemy’s force, and drive them from the plain
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
But alas their number it was too small and it gave them no fair play
Not one of them did near escape upon that fatal day
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
To see the streets that evening each heart would rend with pain
The human blood in rivers ran that can it flood a stream
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Men’s heads blown off their bodies most dismal for to see
And wounded men did loudly cry with pain and agony
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
The federals they did then advanced and broken through the town
They trampled dead and wounded men that lay upon the ground
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
The wounded called for mercy but none they did receive
They numbered them among the dead and threw them in the grave
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Three hundred killed and wounded that lay in their grave
One half of them were irish men far from their native shore
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Poor orphans now they may weep and cry and parents through the day
They let their lovely children go on to Americay
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
For ye that hear those doleful lines do not neglect to toil
An they everfore enlighten good On St Patricks Isle
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
And a drink upon our countrymen who left their native shore
Their friends may mourn for their loss they’ll never seem them more
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Now to conclude with these few lines, with grief I’ll say no more
You know it was through poverty they left their native shore
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
They had no one to heal their wounds may angels them surround
Before the throne of heaven may they wear a brilliant crown
With me too-rai-ah, m’faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Tradução da letra
Vocês irlandeses e mulheres também, aproximem-se, Jovens e velhos.
Uma lamentação dolefull agora para você eu vou desdobrar
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Cem Irlandeses galantes, restam-nos para lamentar
Cujos corpos foram vítimas na costa de fair Columbia
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Foi no cerco de Nova Orleães, no dia 9 de Maio.
Os nossos compatriotas sofreram tanto naquele dia fatal.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Eles foram acoplados por cinco para um quando carregados com o aço
Mas os filhos da Erin gritaram alto. morreremos antes de nos ajoelharmos.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Foram repelidos e não suportaram esforços vãos.
Eles se esforçaram para quebrar a força do inimigo, e expulsá - los da planície
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Mas infelizmente o seu número era muito pequeno e não lhes deu nenhum jogo justo
Nenhum deles escapou naquele dia fatal.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Ver as ruas naquela noite cada coração se renderia com dor
O sangue humano nos rios corria que pode inundar uma corrente
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
A cabeça dos homens rebentou com os seus corpos.
E homens feridos choraram em voz alta com dor e agonia
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Os federais avançaram e invadiram a cidade.
Pisaram homens mortos e feridos que jaziam no chão.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Os feridos pediram misericórdia, mas não receberam
Contaram-nos entre os mortos e atiraram-nos para a sepultura.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Trezentos mortos e feridos que estavam na sepultura
Metade deles eram irlandeses longe da sua costa nativa.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Pobres órfãos agora podem chorar e chorar e os pais ao longo do dia
Deixaram os seus adoráveis filhos irem para Americay
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Pois os que ouvem essas linhas dolorosas não negligenciam o trabalho
E, por isso, iluminam bem a Ilha de São Patrício.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
E uma bebida para os nossos compatriotas que deixaram a sua terra natal.
Os seus amigos podem lamentar a sua perda. nunca mais os parecerão.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Agora para concluir com estas poucas linhas, com tristeza não direi mais nada
Sabes que foi através da pobreza que deixaram a sua terra natal.
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh
Eles não tinham ninguém para curar as suas feridas. podem os anjos cercá-los.
Diante do trono do céu que usem uma coroa brilhante
Comigo também-rai-ah, m'Faddle-deedle-da, too-rai-ar-rai-faddle-eedle-da,
too-nai-doh