The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem-歌词

The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem

It was down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I

There Ireland's lines of marching men In squadron passed me by

No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound Its dread tattoo

But the angel-us bell o'er the liffey swell rang out In the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war

For 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

Than at suvla or su del bar

And from the plains of royal meath strong men came hurrying through

While Brittania's sons with their long range guns sailed In by the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by suvla's waves

On the fringe of the Grey north sea

Oh had they died by pearse's side or fought with Valeria true

Their graves we'd keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the hills of the foggy dew

The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Easter tide In the springing of the year

And the world did gaze In deep amaze at those fearless men and true

Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew