Flogging Molly nacieron en una de las muchas tabernas de los nietos de los emigrantes irlandeses de principios del siglo pasado que huyeron de la Gran Hambruna que mató a un millón de personas e hizo emigrar a otro millón y medio. Muy influenciados por la música de sus antepasados, comenzaron a tocar en la taberna de Molly Malones, en Los Angeles, dotando al folk irlandés de bandas como The Dubliners de otro tipo de música, más parecido a The Pogues.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in GmF Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island
[Verse] Gm 'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure Bb They dragged us from our homeland With the musket and their gun Gm Cromwell and his roundheads Battered all we know Bb Shackled hopes of freedom We're now but stolen goods F Darken the horizon Blackened from the sun Am This rotten cage of Bridgetown C Is where I now belong
[Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in GmF Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island
[Verse] Gm Red leg down a peg Blistered burns the soul Bb The floggings they're a plenty But reasons there are none Gm Our backs belong to landlords Where branded is there name Bb Paid for with ten shillings Cheap labor never breaks F The silver moon is shinin' Cools the copper blood Am Where the livin' meet the dead C And together dance as one
[Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in GmF Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island
[Verse] GmBbGmBb Ag-ony, will you cleanse this misery? BbGm For it's never again i'll breathe F The air of home BbGm From this sandy edge BbGm The rolling sea breaks my revenge BbGm With each whisper a thousand waves F I hear roar I'm coming home
[Pre-Chorus] F Dark is the horizon Blackened by the sun Am This rotten cage of Bridgetown C Is where I now belong
[Chorus] Bb All to hell we must sail For the shores of sweet Barbados Gm Where the sugar cane grows taller Than the god we once believed in Bb Till the butcher and his crown Raped the land we used to sleep in GmF Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm That haunt Tobacco Island