《The Foggy Dew》歌词

[00:00:00] The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The Wolfe Tones

[00:00:21] I was down the glen one Easter morn

[00:00:25] To a city fair rode I

[00:00:28] There armed lines of marching men

[00:00:32] In squadrons passed me by

[00:00:36] No pipe did hum

[00:00:38] No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo

[00:00:43] But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells

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

[00:00:53] Right proudly high in Dublin town

[00:00:57] They flew out a flag of war

[00:01:01] 'I was better to die 'neath that Irish sky

[00:01:05] Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar

[00:01:09] And from the plains of Royal Meath

[00:01:13] Strong men came hurrying through

[00:01:16] While Brittania's Huns with their great range guns

[00:01:20] Sailed in through the foggy dew

[00:01:32] Their bravest fell and the requiem bell

[00:01:36] Rang mournfully and clear

[00:01:39] For those who died that Eastertide in the

[00:01:44] Springing time of the year

[00:01:47] While the world did gaze with deep amaze

[00:01:51] Through these fearless men but few

[00:01:55] Who bore the fight that freedom's light

[00:01:59] Might shine through the foggy dew

[00:02:04] Back through the glen I rode again

[00:02:08] My heart with grief was sore

[00:02:12] For I parted with valiant men

[00:02:16] Whom I never see no more

[00:02:19] But to and fro in my dreams I go

[00:02:23] And I kneel and pray for you

[00:02:27] For slavery fled the glorious dead

[00:02:35] When you fell in the foggy dew