Текст песни The Rebel - The Dubliners
I
am
come
of
the
seed
of
the
people,
the
people
that
sorrow;
Who
have
no
treasure
but
hope,
No
riches
laid
up
but
a
memory
of
an
ancient
glory
My
mother
bore
me
in
bondage,
in
bondage
my
mother
was
born,
I
am
of
the
blood
of
serfs;
The
children
with
whom
I
have
played,
the
men
and
women
with
whom
I
have
eaten
Have
had
masters
over
them,
have
been
under
the
lash
of
masters,
And
though
gentle,
have
served
churls.
The
hands
that
have
touched
mine,
The
dear
hands
whose
touch
Is
familiar
to
me
Have
worn
shameful
manacles,
have
been
bitten
at
the
wrist
by
manacles,
Have
grown
hard
with
the
manacles
and
the
task-work
of
strangers.
I
am
flesh
of
the
flesh
of
these
lowly,
I
am
bone
of
their
bone
I
that
have
never
submitted;
I
that
have
a
soul
greater
than
the
souls
of
my
people's
masters,
I
that
have
vision
and
prophecy,
and
the
gift
of
fiery
speech,
I
that
have
spoken
with
God
on
the
top
of
his
holy
hill.
And
because
I
am
of
the
people,
I
understand
the
people,
I
am
sorrowful
with
their
sorrow,
I
am
hungry
with
their
desire;
My
heart
is
heavy
with
the
grief
of
mothers,
My
eyes
have
been
wet
with
the
tears
of
children,
I
have
yearned
with
old
wistful
men,
And
laughed
and
cursed
with
young
men;
Their
shame
is
my
shame,
and
I
have
reddened
for
it
Reddened
for
that
they
have
served,
they
who
should
be
free
Reddened
for
that
they
have
gone
in
want,
while
others
have
been
full,
Reddened
for
that
they
have
walked
in
fear
of
lawyers
and
their
jailors.
With
their
Writs
of
Summons
and
their
handcuffs,
Men
mean
and
cruel.
I
could
have
borne
stripes
on
my
body
Rather
than
this
shame
of
my
people.
And
now
I
speak,
being
full
of
vision:
I
speak
to
my
people,
and
I
speak
in
my
people's
name
to
The
masters
of
my
people:
I
say
to
my
people
that
they
are
holy,
That
they
are
august
despite
their
chains.
That
they
are
greater
than
those
that
hold
them
And
stronger
and
purer,
That
they
have
but
need
of
courage,
and
to
call
on
the
name
of
their
God,
God
the
unforgetting,
the
dear
God
who
loves
the
people
For
whom
he
died
naked,
suffering
shame.
And
I
say
to
my
people's
masters:
Beware
Beware
of
the
thing
that
is
coming,
beware
of
the
risen
people
Who
shall
take
what
ye
would
not
give.
Did
ye
think
to
conquer
the
people,
or
that
law
is
stronger
than
life,
And
than
men's
desire
to
be
free?
We
will
try
it
out
with
you
ye
that
have
harried
and
held,
Ye
that
have
bullied
and
bribed.
Tyrants...
hypocrites...
liars!
![The Dubliners - 20 Original Greatest Hits](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/d/l/vLHSsRLDTf.jpg)
1 Finnegan's Wake
2 Whiskey in the Jar
3 The Louse House of Kilkenny
4 A Gentleman Soldier
5 The Three Sea Captains
6 Dirty Old Town
7 Fiddler's Green
8 The Night Visiting Song
9 Donegal Danny
10 The Town I Loved so Well
11 Champion at Keeping Them Rolling
12 Lord of the Dance
13 The Rebel
14 Free the People
15 Farewell to Ireland
16 Farewell to Carlingford
17 Sam Hall
18 Springhill Mining Disaster
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