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This one I dedicate to all those who partook in our "Hour of Hate" against Vicky 2.5, the literal dwarf: Steve, Juan, No and, why not, our young carrista Luca. I love you, guys.
Enough of internal jokes, now. To History:
After the freemason Garibaldi arrived in Napoli and destroyed the Kingdom of Two Sicilies, the new rulers didn't really like how much the South looked like, and the historical rift between North and South grew even larger. It was not until Mussolini rose to power that this rift would be almost mended, but its effects persist to this day.
Who were the Brigands, you may ask. The answer is simple, they were exactly like their name points out.
"Brigandry" existed for ages all throughout Italy, maybe as a proto-mafia, or just common brawlers and robbers doing the same thing for ages.
But it wasn't until the big ideological fights reached the peninsula that the Brigands became a real impacting factor.
As the Sicilian Kingdom of that time was very closely aligned to the Holy See, many of the conflicts reached both the Papal States and the Sicilies, with the latter's clergy actively acting on behalf of it.
They fought by the Church and Crown in several occasions, with a few becoming notable Sanfedisti like Antonio Caprara and Michele Pezza, AKA Fra' Diavolo.
When Italy became a country, the Brigands became social outcasts, guerrilleros and many formed the backbone of many a mafia family.
Not all of them wanted to give the throne to the Bourbons, some just wanted to get rich and had their own motivations.
But this is a tribute to those who fought for the Southern House.
I don't really support or condemn them, but we're a Catholic channel and we'd be damned if we didn't give our Bourbonic followers a gift (or two) once in a while.
Our hatred for the Savoys unites us.
Lyrics:
Ammo pusato chitarre e tamburo
Pecché 'sta musica s'adda cagnà
Simmo Briganti e facimmo paura,
E cu a scuppetta vulimmo cantà
E mo cantammo sta nova canzone
Tutta la gente se l'adda 'mpara
Nuje cumbattimm p’o rre Borbone
'A terra è 'a nosta e nun s'adda tucca'
Tutte e paise d'a Basilicata
Se so' scetati e vonno luttà
Pure 'a Calabria mo s'è arrevotata
E stu nemico 'o facimmo tremmà
Chi ha visto o lupo e s'è miso paura
Nun sape buono qual è a verità
O vero lupo ca magna 'e creature
È 'o Piemontese c'avimma caccià
Femmene belle ca date lu core,
Si lu brigante vulite salvà
Nun 'o cercate, scurdateve 'o nome
Chi ce fa guerra nun tene pietà
Ommo se nasce, brigante se more,
Ma fino all'ultimo avimma sparà
E si murimmo, menate nu fiore
E na preghiera pe'sta libertà