Patriotic Songs
on the bus ride over to SJ today, my iPod played one of my more patriotic songs, "At Home with the Exiles". I'm going to post the lyrics to that, and the other particularly patriotic song i have that comes to mind, "Jefferson and Liberty".
But the lyrics to "Exiles" isn't anywhere online, and I haven't looked very hard, but I haven't found Fish's version of "J&L" yet. So I'll be transcribing them later.
At Home with the Exiles
(lyrics: Ed Miller)
Across the Atlantic I did fly
Left old Scotland, I know not why
Didn't think that I'd say goodbye
Didn't plan to be an exile
Landed in Amerikae
for just a year or so to stay
but I'm still living here today
happy among the exiles
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
For between two places yourself can get torn
The place where you live and the place where you were born
For one you knew, and one seems for'gn
When first you become an exile
So many times that I've gone back
to enjoy the music and the crack
but each time my bags I repack
And gone on home to the exiles
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
And un amigo from the Andes high
A ?sambera queira?* can bring tears to his eye
But his team and his wife and his son who'll grow high
Will keep him happy as an exile
And the fiddler laddie frae'Aberdeen
Makes his living on an IBM machine
But he never forgot the bothies where he'd been
Before he became an exile
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
For there's good things here, there's good things there
Love food and music everywhere
And there's always friends with these things everywhere
If you enjoy your role as a an exile
For narrow national pride is for a mind that's small
I'm only too happy to have these friends all
And learn the true meaning of international
Everyone's an exile
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
*my best guess of what he said, I didn't recognize it.
Jefferson and Liberty
(lyrics: Leslie Fish, after trad. attributed to Alexander Wilson)
The night of fire is yet to come
The tyrant's shadow down the years
Demands we kneel or take the gun
And go shed blood instead of our tears
So rejoice Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend a knee
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty
"Every twenty years," he said
The time is ten times overpast
To raise rebellion's fiery head
And cast of tyranny's shel at last
So rejoice Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend a knee
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty
No man is good or wise enough
To rule another, or disown
The right of every woman and man
To live and let live and be left alone
So rejoice Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend a knee
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty
The starry banner that did fly
O'er freedom's bloodied barricade
Now flaps and fades in foreign skies
O'er palaces that empire made
So arise Columbia's sons, arise
Arise and you might yet be free
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty
The world that once enthralled did watch
The struggle for Democracy
Cries, "Have Columbia's sons forgot
Jefferson and Liberty?"
So arise Columbia's sons, arise
Arise and you might yet be free
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty
But the heirs of Jefferson
Like ancient sons of Liberty
Will bear indeed the rebel's gun
And never bow to tyranny
So arise Columbia's sons, arise
Arise and you might yet be free
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty
But the lyrics to "Exiles" isn't anywhere online, and I haven't looked very hard, but I haven't found Fish's version of "J&L" yet. So I'll be transcribing them later.
At Home with the Exiles
(lyrics: Ed Miller)
Across the Atlantic I did fly
Left old Scotland, I know not why
Didn't think that I'd say goodbye
Didn't plan to be an exile
Landed in Amerikae
for just a year or so to stay
but I'm still living here today
happy among the exiles
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
For between two places yourself can get torn
The place where you live and the place where you were born
For one you knew, and one seems for'gn
When first you become an exile
So many times that I've gone back
to enjoy the music and the crack
but each time my bags I repack
And gone on home to the exiles
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
And un amigo from the Andes high
A ?sambera queira?* can bring tears to his eye
But his team and his wife and his son who'll grow high
Will keep him happy as an exile
And the fiddler laddie frae'Aberdeen
Makes his living on an IBM machine
But he never forgot the bothies where he'd been
Before he became an exile
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
For there's good things here, there's good things there
Love food and music everywhere
And there's always friends with these things everywhere
If you enjoy your role as a an exile
For narrow national pride is for a mind that's small
I'm only too happy to have these friends all
And learn the true meaning of international
Everyone's an exile
My only homeland is six foot high
For its independence I will die
No matter where my feet may fly
I'll be at home with the exiles
*my best guess of what he said, I didn't recognize it.
Jefferson and Liberty
(lyrics: Leslie Fish, after trad. attributed to Alexander Wilson)
The night of fire is yet to come
The tyrant's shadow down the years
Demands we kneel or take the gun
And go shed blood instead of our tears
So rejoice Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend a knee
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty
"Every twenty years," he said
The time is ten times overpast
To raise rebellion's fiery head
And cast of tyranny's shel at last
So rejoice Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend a knee
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty
No man is good or wise enough
To rule another, or disown
The right of every woman and man
To live and let live and be left alone
So rejoice Columbia's sons, rejoice!
To tyrants never bend a knee
But pledge your heart and hand and voice
To Jefferson and Liberty
The starry banner that did fly
O'er freedom's bloodied barricade
Now flaps and fades in foreign skies
O'er palaces that empire made
So arise Columbia's sons, arise
Arise and you might yet be free
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty
The world that once enthralled did watch
The struggle for Democracy
Cries, "Have Columbia's sons forgot
Jefferson and Liberty?"
So arise Columbia's sons, arise
Arise and you might yet be free
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty
But the heirs of Jefferson
Like ancient sons of Liberty
Will bear indeed the rebel's gun
And never bow to tyranny
So arise Columbia's sons, arise
Arise and you might yet be free
Cast off the forces that made lies
Of Jefferson and Liberty