歌手:Wolfe Tones
专辑:《Belt of the Celts》

作曲 : Brian Warfield
To the tiny homesteads of the west
The recruiting sergeant came
He promised all a future bright
So the brave men went off to fight
For the Empire and her laws

And many's a victory they had won
Many hardships they had seen
They fought and died side by side
Their enemies they had defied
And for a foreign king

The drums they were a-beating time
While the pipes they loudly played
When Daly died the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we beat the drums no more

While serving in a far-off land
The news had come from home
Of our people's fate it did relate
Of the Tans and their campaign of hate
And we're fighting on their side
Arise, arise, young Daly cried
Come join along with me
We'll strike a blow for liberty
A regimental mutiny
In support of friends at home

The drums they were a-beating time
While the pipes they loudly played
When Daly died the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we beat the drums no more

And the colonel stood before his troops
Those men who mutinied
He told them of those honors won
But the men stood in the blazing sun
Saying we'll fight your war no more

For cannon fodder we had been
For the French at Waterloo
We fought your every bloody war
And we'll fight your war no more

The drums they were a-beating time
While the pipes they loudly played
When Daly died the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we beat the drums no more

Those men got penal servitude
And Daly's condemned to die
Far from his home in Tyrrell Pass
This young man's died in Ireland's cause
Far from his native land

The drums they were a-beating time
While the pipes they loudly played
When Daly died the drums did beat
That morning in the Dagshai heat
Now we beat the drums no more