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Underground[edit | edit source]
Underground is the ending song to Assassin's Creed: Syndicate, it was written by Austin Wintory the composer for the game.
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
<poem> Take a look round lively old London Buzzing crowds we sweat and we revel Red-cheeked shouts and songs In the flicker of the gaslight
Eager Blighty bursts from the cobblestones Racing, climbing blooming fertility Born from secret seeds That were scattered in the nighttime
London is fed upon the meat of the dead They're one shallow inch below the town
Underground Underground Leave them underground
Them that whispered dreams that only poisoned us
Them that told us lies of their bravery Them that preached of progress, and put us in the poorhouse
Them done horrid murder on bloody stages Them that loudly crowed their humility Lords and dames that sung in the chapels on a Sunday
All quiet now. Their mouths are stopped up by mud. They lie flung in rags and make no sound.
Underground Underground Leave them underground
Those who fought for something better
Those who taught by how they lived
Loved ones taken long before their work was done
Underground Underground Leave them underground.
Underground
Underground
Leave them underground.
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The Parting Glass[edit | edit source]
The Parting Glass is an Irish traditional song, often sung at the end of a gathering of friends. It was purportedly the most popular parting song sung in Scotland before Robert Burns wrote "Auld Lang Syne". The song is also hugely popular in Ireland and amongst Irish communities. It is the ending song to Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and is sung by Sarah Greene.
Lyrics[edit | edit source]
<poem> O, all the money e'er I had, I spent it in good company. And all the harm that ever I've done, alas it was to none but me. And all I've done for want of wit to mem'ry now I can't recall; So fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all.
O, all the comrades e'er I had, They're sorry for my going away. And all the sweethearts e'er I had, They'd wished me one more day to stay. But since it falls unto my lot, That I should rise and you should not, I gently rise and softly call, Goodnight and joy be with you all.
If I had money enough to spend, And leisure time to sit awhile. There is a fair maid in this town, That sorely has my heart beguiled. Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips, I own, she has my heart in thrall; Then fill to me the parting glass, Good night and joy be with you all. </poem>