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!
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 tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm N.C. That haunt Tobacco Island
Gm Twas 1 9 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
Bb And 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 tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm N.C. That haunt Tobacco Island
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
Bb And 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 tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes Gm N.C. That haunt Tobacco Island
BbGmBbGm 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