《The Foggy Dew》歌词

[00:00:00] The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - Dermot O'Brien

[00:00:07] I was down the glen one Easter morn

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

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

[00:00:24] In squadrons passed me by

[00:00:30] No pipe did hum

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

[00:00:42] But the Angelus Bells or the Liffey swells

[00:00:48] Rang out in the foggy dew

[00:00:59] Right proudly high over Dublin town

[00:01:05] They Hung out a flag of war

[00:01:11] Was better to die neath that Irish sky

[00:01:17] Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar

[00:01:22] And from the plains of Royal Meath

[00:01:29] Strong men came hurrying through

[00:01:34] While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns

[00:01:40] Sailed in through the foggy dew

[00:01:52] Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go

[00:01:58] That small nations might be free

[00:02:03] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves

[00:02:09] Or the shore of the Great North Sea

[00:02:15] Oh had they died by Pearse's side

[00:02:21] Or fought with Cathal

[00:02:27] Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep

[00:02:33] Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

[00:02:38] But the bravest fell and the requiem bell

[00:02:45] Rang mournfully and clear

[00:02:50] For those who died that Easter tide

[00:02:56] In the springing of the year

[00:03:02] And the world did gaze in deep amaze

[00:03:08] At those fearless men but few

[00:03:14] Who bore the fight that freedom's light

[00:03:20] Might shine through the foggy dew

[00:03:25] Foggy dew