《The Foggy Dew》歌词

[00:00:00] The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The St Patricks Day Collective

[00:00:05] As down the glen one Easter morn

[00:00:10] To a city fair rode I

[00:00:16] There Armed lines of marching men

[00:00:22] In squadrons passed me by

[00:00:27] No fife did hum nor battle drum

[00:00:33] Did sound it's dread tattoo

[00:00:38] But the Angelus bell o'er the liffey swell

[00:00:43] Rang out through the foggy dew

[00:00:48] Right proudly high over Dublin Town

[00:00:54] They hung out the flag of war

[00:01:00] 'Twas better to die 'neath an 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 Britannia's Huns with their long range guns

[00:01:27] Sailed in through the foggy dew

[00:01:32] 'Twas Britannia's bade our Wild Geese go

[00:01:38] That small nations might be free

[00:01:43] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves

[00:01:49] Or the shore of the Great North Sea

[00:01:54] Oh had they died by Pearse's side

[00:01:59] Or fought with Cathal Brugha

[00:02:04] Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep

[00:02:10] 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

[00:02:15] But the bravest fell and the requiem bell

[00:02:20] Rang mournfully and clear

[00:02:26] For those who died that Eastertide

[00:02:31] In the springing of the year

[00:02:37] And the world did gaze in deep amaze

[00:02:42] At those fearless men but few

[00:02:47] Who bore the fight that freedom's light

[00:02:52] Might shine through the foggy foggy dew