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    No it's a bunch of fellas outside rockin out.

    One man with a gun can control 100 without one.

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    https://youtu.be/e4Ao-iNPPUc

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    One of the most terrifying sounds any village could have heard over the millennia in eastern europe and Eurasia was the sound of horse hoof beats and a cloud of dust approaching your village. This was originally a song of the white russian armies and their enemy, the red army of Soviet times adopted it.

    Song of the Plains



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    Maybe not a song, but when I first saw this scene many years ago it was quite stirring.

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    Stunning background and singer.


    Lyrics

    By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
    Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'
    Where me and my true love will never meet again,
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

    O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low,
    An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye
    For me and my true love will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

    'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
    On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomon'
    Where in the purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
    An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'

    O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low,
    An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye
    For me and my true love will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

    The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring,
    And in sunshine the waters are sleepin'
    But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
    Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'


    O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low,
    An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye
    For me and my true love will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

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    Mongol bikers do heavy metal throat music

    These do not seem to be nice guys. LOL
    Throat singing is common in Mongolia and with more primitive turkish music, but I think these guys have taken it where it was not meant to go to.


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    I have always heard this song, but never knew what the words meant. I grew up in the Chicago area and many years ago there was a lot of sympathy for the Irish because of how the bristish had treated the Irish.
    Whoever you are who so graciously posted this, I thank you. This version played as I walked to marry my Irishman. Funny story - we were in a courtroom in Waukegan, Illinois, being married by an Italian judge who just happened to know all the lyrics to this song and sang along. Imagine that! An Italian judge in America singing in Irish. He said it was one of his all-time favorite songs. How the Irish have touched the world!


    Translation
    Welcome oh woman who was so afflicted,
    It was our ruin that you were in bondage,
    Our fine land in the possession of thieves...
    And you sold to the foreigners!

    Oh-ro You're welcome home,
    Oh-ro You're welcome home,
    Oh-ro You're welcome home...
    Now that summer's coming!

    Gráinne O'Malley is coming over the sea,
    Armed warriors along with her as her guard,
    They are Gaels, not French nor Spanish...
    And they will rout the foreigners!

    Oh-ro You're welcome home (x3)
    Now that summer's coming!

    May it please the King of Miracles that we might see,
    Although we may live for a week once after,
    Gráinne Mhaol and a thousand warriors...
    Dispersing the foreigners!

    Oh-ro You're welcome home (x3)
    Now that summer's coming

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