Alongside Gallant Captain Flint

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Das Lied im Stil eines Folk-Songs, der Love-Lament mit Freiheits- und Kampfespathos verbindet, steht am Anfang meiner Komödie Wartet nur, bis Captain Flint kommt. Die dritte Strophe variiert eine Passage aus dem schottischen Wiegenlied »Can Ye See Cushions« und die vierte Strophe des nordirischen Liebeslieds »The Maid of Culmore«.

Bei meinen szenischen Lesungen im Birdland (2008) und im Porgy & Bess (2009) sang es die in Graz lebende kosovarische Jazzsängerin Irina Karamarković.

 

London’s the darkest and weariest town

London’s my wet and sorrowful grave

Since my Johnny’s left me here all alone

To fight for man to never again be a slave.

 

So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee

My tears for you were dried by the wind

For I’m fighting the South South West Company

Alongside  gallant Captain Flint.

 

Better cry for those whose necks were broken

Cry for those whose minds are in chains

Cry for those whose sorrows are never spoken

But left in unspeakable pains.

 

So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee

My tears for you were dried by the wind

For I’m fighting the South South West Company

Alongside  gallant Captain Flint.

 

My baby is rockin’ upon my warm knee

Your Daddy is rockin’ over the salty main

He is rockin’ upon the raging sea

For never, never to return again.

 

So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee

My tears for you were dried by the wind

For I’m fighting the South South West Company

Alongside  gallant Captain Flint.

 

Oh, had I the power the storms for to rise

I would make the wind blow and the salty seas roar

I would make the wind blow, I would darken the skies

For to blow my dear Johnny back to my door.

 

So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee

My tears for you were dried by the wind

For I’m fighting the South South West Company

Alongside gallant Captain Flint.

 

So come all ye young maidens and take warnings from me

Never hook up with a lad whose cause is higher than thee

Whose heart does not beat for humans but for humanity

He burns down prisons but leaves you the prisoner of misery.

 

So don’t cry for me, sweet Nancy McGee

My tears for you were dried by the wind

For I’m fighting the South South West Company

Alongside gallant Captain Flint.

 

 

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