Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=57158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of Ira Hayes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gather round you people and a story I will tell<br>About a brave young indian you should remember well<br>From the tribe of pima indians, a proud and a peaceful band<br>They farmed the phoenix valley in arizona land<br>Down their ditches for a thousand years the sparkling water rushed<br>Till their white man stole their water rights and the running water hushed<br>Now iras folks were hungry and their farms wene crops of weeds<br>But when war came he volunteers and forgot, the white mans greed<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war<br>Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.<br>They started up iwo jima hill, 250 men<br>But only 27 lived to walk back down that hill again<br>And when the fight was over and the old glory raised<br>One of the men who held it high was the indian ira hayes<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.<br>Now ira returned a hero, celebrated throughout the land<br>He was wined and speeched and honored, everybody shook his hand<br>But he was just a pima indian, no money crops, no chance<br>And at home nobody cared what ira had done and the wind did the indians<br>Dance<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.<br>And ira started drinking hard, jail was often his home<br>They let him raise the flag there and lower it like youd throw a dog a bone<br>He died drunk early one morning, alone in the land he had fought to save<br>Two inches of water in a lonely ditch was the grave for ira hayes<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war<br>Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.<br>Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, but his land is still as dry<br>And his ghost is lying thirsty in the ditch where ira died<br>Call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war<br>Yes, call him, drunken ira hayes, he wont answer anymore<br>Not the whiskey-drinking indian or the marine who went to war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bob Dylan - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=57158" data-title="The Ballad Of Ira Hayes" data-description="Gather round you people and a story I will tell
About a brave young indian you should remember well
From the tribe of pima indians, a proud and a peaceful band
They farmed the phoenix valley in arizona land
Down their ditches for a thousand years ..."></div>
</div>
</div>