笨小笨Hugh O’Neill歌词由Trí演唱，出自专辑《When it rains I am home》，下面是《Hugh O’Neill》完整版歌词！
Hugh O’Neill歌词完整版
99 souls went a-sailing
99 in the dead of the morning
For 21 days, the Atlantic was roaring
“Hugh O’Neill” you do not have my blessing
On the road to Rome, on the road to nowhere
They said that we flew but by Christ, it was torture
In Rathmullan my poor heart broke, in Rome it was torn asunder
By the waiting and the waiting and the cursed mosquito's hum
On Patrick's day, good fortune was expected
But a fortune was lost, down the side of that mountain
Was it the saint, or the mountain that was whispering
“Hugh O’Neill” you do not have my blessing
When we got to Rome, the pope he was waiting.
The Spanish had their say and English tongues were wagging
O’Neill you got to Rome by Christ you'll go no further
The waiting and the waiting and the cursed Italian sun
When it rains I am home…
And war it is cold but the fever it is colder
What glory is that to a general or a soldier?
It took my youngest lad there will not be another
“Hugh O’Neill why did you even bother?”
I've seen the jaws of war, I've seen them chew the living
I've fought England’s best and few were left standing
But never have I met a foe as deceiving
as the waiting and the waiting and the cursed mosquito's hum
