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Flowers of the Forest
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Traditional
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Instrumentation

Orgue seul

Genre

Folk

Arrangeur
Traditional
Bizzarri, Bruno (1956 - )
TonalitéDo majeur
Auteur/Parolier:Jean Elliot
LangueAnglais
Droit d'auteurPublic Domain
"Flowers of the Forest", noto anche come "The Lament", è un brano popolare scozzese originariamente scritto per commemorare la sconfitta dell'esercito scozzese nella battaglia di Flodden nel 1513. Il testo di Jean Elliot fu aggiunto alla melodia nel 1756. Oggi il brano viene eseguito, spesso nella versione solo strumentale per cornamusa, nei funerali e, nei paesi del Commonwealth, durante il "Remembrance Day" per commemorare i caduti in guerra.
Ajoutée par brunobizzarri, 15 Jui 2022

PAROLES
Some talk of Alexander, and some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander, and such great names as these.
But of all the world's great heroes, there's none that can compare.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, to the British Grenadiers.

Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball,
Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal.
But our brave boys do know it, and banish all their fears,
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.

Whene'er we are commanded to storm the palisades,
Our leaders march with fusees, and we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis*, about the enemies' ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.

And when the siege is over, we to the town repair.
The townsmen cry, "Hurrah, boys, here comes a Grenadier!
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears!
Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, the British Grenadiers.

Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches, and wear the loupèd clothes.
May they and their commanders live happy all their years.
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers."
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