《The Foggy Dew》歌词

[00:00:00] The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - Brier/Cormac O'Moore

[00:00:10] I was down the glen one Easter morn

[00:00:15] To a city fair rode I

[00:00:20] There armed lines of marching men

[00:00:25] In squadrons passed me by

[00:00:31] No pipe did hum

[00:00:33] No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo

[00:00:41] But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells

[00:00:45] Rang out in the foggy dew

[00:00:51] Right proudly high in Dublin town

[00:00:56] Hung they out a flag of war

[00:01:01] Twas better to die neath that Irish sky

[00:01:06] Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar

[00:01:11] And from the plains of Royal Meath

[00:01:16] Strong men came hurrying through

[00:01:21] While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns

[00:01:26] Sailed in through the foggy dew

[00:01:31] Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go

[00:01:36] That small nations might be free

[00:01:41] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves

[00:01:46] Or the shore of the Great North Sea

[00:01:52] Oh had they died by Pearse's side

[00:01:56] Or fought with Cathal Brugha

[00:02:02] Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep

[00:02:07] Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

[00:02:12] And back through the glen

[00:02:14] I rode again

[00:02:17] And my heart with grief was sore

[00:02:22] For I parted then with valiant men

[00:02:27] Whom I never shall see more

[00:02:32] But to and fro in my dreams I go

[00:02:37] And I kneel and pray for you

[00:02:42] For slavery fled oh glorious dead

[00:02:47] When you fell in the foggy dew