feck that you are. Right. Useless feck, is it? We’ll see. It’s poor I am. It’s unlucky I am. But it’s useless... I’m not. Look at those shoes! – Where are your shoes? – Don’t know, sir. Of course you know, boy. Where are they? Did your mommy not put on your shoes this morning? Did you come to school without shoes, did you? How many times have you been told about walking the streets in your bare feet? By God, I’ll boot the bare feet out of you, boy. Put them on, boy. Quiet! Do I hear sneering in this class? Do I hear jeering at another’s misfortune? Is there any boy in this class who thinks he’s perfect? If so, raise your hands. Is there any boy here now who has money galore to be spending on shoes? Raise your hands. No. There are boys in this class who have no shoes at all, and it’s not their fault. It’s not their shame. Our Lord had no shoes. He died shoeless. You don’t see Him hanging on the cross sporting shoes. – Do you, boys? – No, sir! What is it you don’t see Our Lord doing? Hanging on the cross sporting shoes. “Hanging on the cross sporting shoes,” what? Hanging on the cross sporting shoes, sir. Everyday, me dad would look for a job, – somehow, he never seemed to get one. – We’ve enough for today. – Mam said it was his Northern accent. – No work here. Sorry. Grandma said it was because of his funny manner. Me dad knew those lanes like the back of his hand. He walked them often enough when he couldn’t get work... and was too ashamed to come home to me mam. That’s why we loved Easter. Because it was at Easter that me dad got his first job. The dipsy doodle is the thing to beware The dipsy doodle is gonna get in your hair And if it gets to you it couldn’t be worse The things you say will all come out in reverse Don’t go up the mine, Manny That’s the way the dipsy doodle works The dipsy doodle is a way to do fine It’s almost always at the back of your mind You never know it’s there until it’s too late And then you get in such a terrible state Will you stop it? Maybe if you weren’t strangling me, I’d be fine. – Stop it. – When you think you’re crazy It was only at the Limerick Cement Factory, but he still wore a collar and tie. He said a man without a tie had no respect for himself. Come on. In Mountjoy jail One Monday morning High upon the gallows tree Kevin Barry gave his young life For the cause of liberty For Jesus’ sake, put a sock in it! Some of us have to go to feckin’ work in the morning! Yet there’s no one can deny As he walked to death that morning He proudly held his head His head up high Francis! Malachy! Come down here, boys. I have the Friday penny for you. No. Be quiet. Up, boys! Those Red Branch Knights! Those Fenian men! The glorious I.R.A.! Up! Up! Up! I have the Friday penny for you, boys. You line up like soldiers now, and promise to die for Ireland. – I don’t want it. – I don’t want it either. Damn! When we woke up the next morning, he was still asleep. He missed work and lost his job. And what do I have here, Clohessy? Strips of newspaper, sir. And what do they represent, Clohessy? Pieces of the Limerick Leader, sir. No! The body and blood of Christ. If you don’t pay more attention, it’ll be the Last Rites... you’ll be getting, not your Holy Communion. Irish is the language of patriots... and English of traitors and informers. But Latin-- ah, boys, Latin-- that the Holy Martyrs spoke before expiring... in the foaming mouths of ravenous lions. Yes, it’s Latin that gains entrance to heaven itself. But there are boys in this class... who will never know Sanctifying Grace. And why? Because of greed. Those greedy little black guards are talking even now... about the money they’ll get from the Collection. They’ll go from house to house in their little suits like beggars. And will they take any of that money... and send it to the ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Вертикаль на английском - текст Чайка по имени Джонатан Ливингстон на английском - текст Волшебник на английском - текст Звёздный путь: Фильм на английском - текст Звёздный путь: Энтерпрайз на английском |