《The Foggy Dew》歌词

[00:00:00] The Foggy Dew _ Agghir

[00:00:01] As down the glen one Easter morn

[00:00:11] To a city fair rode I

[00:00:18] There Armed lines of marching men

[00:00:28] In squadrons passed me by

[00:00:35] No fife did hum nor battle drum

[00:00:44] Did sound it's dread tattoo

[00:00:51] But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell

[00:01:01] Rang out through the foggy dew

[00:01:42] As down the glen one Easter morn

[00:01:46] To a city fair rode I

[00:01:50] There Armed lines of marching men

[00:01:55] In squadrons passed me by

[00:01:59] No fife did hum nor battle drum

[00:02:02] Did sound it's dread tattoo

[00:02:06] But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell

[00:02:11] Rang out through the foggy dew

[00:02:32] Right proudly high over Dublin Town

[00:02:35] They hung out the flag of war

[00:02:40] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

[00:02:44] Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

[00:02:48] And from the plains of Royal Meath

[00:02:52] Strong men came hurrying through

[00:02:56] While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns

[00:03:00] Sailed in through the foggy dew

[00:03:21] But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell

[00:03:25] Rang mournfully and clear

[00:03:29] For those who died that Easter tide

[00:03:33] In the springing of the year

[00:03:37] And the world did gaze, in deep amaze

[00:03:42] At those fearless men, but few

[00:03:46] Who bore the fight that freedom's light

[00:03:50] Might shine through the foggy dew