《The Foggy Dew》歌词

[00:00:00] The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - Patsy Watchorn/Tommy Makem

[00:00:08] It was down the glen one Easter morn

[00:00:12] To a city fair rode I

[00:00:17] There armed lines of marching men

[00:00:21] In squadrons passed me by

[00:00:25] No fife did hum nor battle drum

[00:00:30] Did sound it's dread tattoo

[00:00:34] But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell

[00:00:38] Rang out through the foggy dew

[00:00:43] Right proudly high over dublin' sky

[00:00:47] They hung out the flag of war

[00:00:51] It was better to die neath an Irish sky

[00:00:55] Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

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

[00:01:04] Strong men came hurrying through

[00:01:08] While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns

[00:01:13] Sailed in to the foggy dew

[00:01:17] Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go

[00:01:21] That small nations might be free

[00:01:25] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves

[00:01:29] Or the shore of the Great North Sea

[00:01:34] Oh had they died by Pearse's side

[00:01:38] Or fought with Cathal Brugha

[00:01:42] Their names we will keep

[00:01:44] Where the fenians sleep

[00:01:47] Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

[00:01:59] But the bravest fell and the requiem bell

[00:02:04] Rang mournfully and clear

[00:02:08] For those who died that Easter tide

[00:02:12] In the springing time of the year

[00:02:17] And the world did gaze in deep amaze

[00:02:21] At those fearless men and dew

[00:02:25] They bore the fight that freedom's light

[00:02:29] Might shine through the foggy dew

[00:02:34] Back through the glen I rode again

[00:02:38] And my heart with grief was sore

[00:02:42] For I parted then with valiant men

[00:02:47] Whom I never shall see more

[00:02:51] I'm truely fro in my dreams I go

[00:02:55] And I'd kneel and pray for you

[00:02:59] For slavery fled

[00:03:04] O glorious dead

[00:03:08] When you fell in the foggy dew