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The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The Galway Singers[00:00:00]
I was down the glen one Easter morn[00:00:05]
To a city fair rode I[00:00:10]
There armed lines of marching men[00:00:16]
In squadrons passed me by[00:00:22]
But the Angelus Bells over the Liffey swells[00:00:38]
Rang out in the foggy dew[00:00:44]
Right proudly high in Dublin town[00:00:49]
Hung they out a flag of war[00:00:54]
It was better to die neath that Irish sky[00:01:00]
Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar[00:01:06]
And from the plains of Royal Meath[00:01:11]
Strong men came hurrying through[00:01:17]
While Brittania's Huns with[00:01:22]
Their long range guns[00:01:24]
Sailed in through the foggy dew[00:01:27]
It was England bade our wild geese[00:01:32]
Go that small nations might be free[00:01:37]
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves[00:01:43]
On the fringe of the grey North Sea[00:01:49]
Oh had they died by Pearse's side[00:01:54]
Or fought with Valera true[00:02:00]
Their graves we'd keep[00:02:05]
Where the Fenians sleep[00:02:07]
The bravest fell and the sullen bell[00:02:15]
Rang mournfully and clear[00:02:21]
For those who died that[00:02:26]
Easter tide in the springing of the year[00:02:30]
And the world did gaze in deep[00:02:37]
Amaze at those fearless men and true[00:02:41]
Who bore the fight that[00:02:47]
Freedom's light might shine[00:02:50]
Through the Foggy Dew[00:02:53]