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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 26 ก.ย. 2024
- Ex Unitate Vires
Lyrics in Afrikaans:
Red Heart Rum in sy fles, hy's smoordronk, maar probeer sy bes
Boy van die Recces, gaan terroriste jag
Twee maande lank soek hy spore
SWAPO slaan op die vlug
Die juigkreet van VK brul deur die lug
Hy luister na orders, en doen dan tog net wat hy wil
Saans drink hul saam, en hou lekker basaar
Selfs vlerkies op sy hempsak, 'n Gunston trek sy mond bak
Skietding in sy hand, wat die vyand laat spat
Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces, kan die lang geweer laat praat
Oo-wha-wha-oo ...
Drie strepe op parade, die Sersant aan sy sy
Wat is die eenheid sonder sy drank, wonder hy
Die eenheid's gees is tops, elke man is hier virrie dop
Is my mense die, wat 'n vyand kan hul klop
Hy lees ook niks anders, as Savera Holander
Sy kas op die rak, is 'n half-jack weggepak
In sy wallet is 'n wip, in 'n rok met 'n drie voet slip
En 'Lovey' noem hy haar, en sy's skaar 16 jaar
Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces, kan die lang geweer laat praat
Oo-wha-wha-oo ...
Elke naweek al vroeg, lê hy uitgepass innie kroeg
Later speel hy Rugby, vir die dorp se eerste span
Sy Red Heart klop sterk, dis syne, en hy's lief vir hom
As hy voel soos nou, kan die sivvies maar vou
Bar fights is sy kos, so altyd so blou en blink
'n Roggel op die bors, van te vell rook en drink
En boy van die Recces, is harregat, ou maat
Boy van die Recces, wat vir niks terug sal staan
Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces
Boy van die Recces, kan die lang geweer laat praat
Oo-wha-wha-oo
En die Generaal's daar bo, draai net wille oë
Want hy ken en waardeer 'n 'Laney'
Hemel weet, hy's die ruggraat van die Army
Lyrics in English: Soon (Maybe)
Boy Van Die Recces · SADF
Boys On The Border
Composer: SADF
Lyricist: SADF
Music Publisher: WMA
We gave our youth to buy time for this country
In die rug gesteek deur n ou wat net sy eie belange op die hart gehad het! Van die beste tot onder die mat gevee😢
saamgestem, heeltemal
I speak as a recce boy myself
Hetzelfde gebeurd in Holland!
Duidelik het die klong nie n idee wat dit gevat het vir n seun van 18 jaar oud om te Gaan veg op die greens nie.!!!!!! Boetman as jy Daar was of in kontak was sou jy n Ander song gesing het.
Sim, isto é propaganda contra nós. Assim como David Kramer fez. Gostaria de saber se esse já conheceu um RECCE.. Ele não saberia.
We need men like this in the army today that are ready to go into action asap . The ones we have today are a utter disgrace NO proper training .SIES.😢😮😮 the defence force today is a total JOKE
Ha Ha Ha.😅
Would Love to come. I am an old man now. 51 years old. Old trained German Soldier. Would Love to Go to south africa. A Land i Love so much
Red Heart Rum in his flask, he's drunk, but he's trying his best
Boy from the Recces, going to hunt terrorists
For two months he searched for tracks
SWAPO is on the run
The cheers of UK roared through the air
He listens to orders, and then just does what he wants
In the evening they drink together and hold a nice bazaar
Even wings on his shirt pocket, a Gunston draws his mouth
Shooting thing in his hand, which makes the enemy explode
Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, can make the long gun talk
Oo-wha-wha-oo...
Three stripes on parade, the Sergeant at his side
What is the unit without its drink, he wonders
The unit's spirit is top notch, every man here is really good
Are my people the ones, what an enemy can beat them
He also doesn't read anything other than Savera Holander
His case on the shelf, is a half-jack packed away
In his wallet is a seesaw, in a dress with a three-foot slip
And 'Lovey' he calls her, and she's been together for 16 years
Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, can make the long gun talk
Oo-wha-wha-oo...
Early every weekend, he lays down in a bar
Later he plays Rugby, for the town's first team
His Red Heart beats strong, it's his, and he loves it
If he feels like now, the sivvies can just fold
Bar fights are his food, so always so blue and shiny
A rash on the chest, from too much smoking and drinking
And boy from the Recces, is harregat, old mate
Boy of the Recces, who will stop at nothing
Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, can make the long gun talk
Oo-wha-wha-oo
And the General's up there just roll their eyes
Because he knows and appreciates a 'Laney'
Heaven knows, he's the backbone of the Army
Is this google translate? I found another translation that is way different
@@K33ev2 yes it is, it’s the only one I know about but if there is another one then post it
Boy Van Die Recces is an old Reconnaissance Commando song written and sung by Faan Gerber. Recorded and arranged by Soldiers Friend (Barend du Plessis en Pieter Kruger), visualization and subtitles done by Johan Schoeman
Faan Gerber says this song is a tongue-in-cheek charade of the sports and fun they experienced during their leisure hours, which did not only apply to that elite group of men, the Recces, but also to other operational units of any armed force. The few phrases about specific things, like Red Heart Rum, wings, months of searching for tracks of SWAPO and the battle cry were and still are things quite unique to the Recces. The reference to alcohol-use are done lightly, because, even though the men often drank hard, they remained professional and exceptionally successful soldiers! The results speak for itself - so nothing negative should be deducted from this recital.
The main issue here is that the type of individual that qualified for these elite units, had experienced extremes and overcame the obstacles while actually also enjoying the process - a case of working hard and playing ever harder
Red Heart Rum in his flask
He's very drunk but tries his best
Boy of the Recces on a terrorist hunt
Two months looking for tracks
and SWAPO evading
the battle cry of RC (Recon Commando) echo in the air
He listens to orders but then do just as he wants
At dusk drinking and partying together
A set of wings on his shirt, a Gunston in his mouth
rifle in his hand lets the enemy take flight
Boy of the Recces, Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, yes the long gun can talk
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Three stripes in a row, a sergeant at his side
What is the unit without liquor he wonders
The unit service is top, every man is here for his tot
These are my people who can beat the enemy
He reads nothing other than Xeveira Hollander
In his cupboard rack a halfjack is hidden
in his wallet is a girl
in a dress with a three foot slip
and lovie he calls her and she's barely sixteen
Boy of the Recces, Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, yes the long gun can talk
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Every weekend,early, passed out in the bar
and Later he plays rugby for the town's first team
His Red Heart beats strong its his and he loves it
What he feels like now, the civilians can come...
Barfights is his diet, his eyes twinkle with blue
Gurgle in the chest from too much smoke and drink
And boy of the Recces is stubborn, my mate
Boy of the Recces will for nothing stand aside
Boy of the Recces, Boy of the Recces
Boy of the Recces, yes the long gun can talk
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
Owawawoo Yodelaidy hoo
And the generals up high
rather averting their eyes
They know and appreciate a man
hmmm. they know
he is the backbone of the army
Recces never fell under Sadf😅
Wahaaaaa.
Really? Where the fak did you serve?
Als vir fokol.
Goed
Hier vir die dop😊🇿🇦
Ek het FW en Pik opgepas. FW kon jou NOOIT in die oe kyk nie. Oom Pik was nice en was altye laaste uit by die 2 restaurante in die parlement waar hy n ietsie gevat het. Het baie met onw gepraat. FW moes ek geweet het was n sleg doos HOND! As ek geweet het wat ek vandag weet...
Jy praat onverdunde kak. Gaan dink weer.