所属专辑:The Songs That Shake the Barley - The Ultimate Rebel Collection
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The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - Brier/Cormac O'Moore[00:00:00]
I was down the glen one Easter morn[00:00:10]
To a city fair rode I[00:00:15]
There armed lines of marching men[00:00:20]
In squadrons passed me by[00:00:25]
No pipe did hum[00:00:31]
No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo[00:00:33]
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells[00:00:41]
Rang out in the foggy dew[00:00:45]
Right proudly high in Dublin town[00:00:51]
Hung they out a flag of war[00:00:56]
Twas better to die neath that Irish sky[00:01:01]
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[00:01:16]
While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns[00:01:21]
Sailed in through the foggy dew[00:01:26]
Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go[00:01:31]
That small nations might be free[00:01:36]
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves[00:01:41]
Or the shore of the Great North Sea[00:01:46]
Oh had they died by Pearse's side[00:01:52]
Or fought with Cathal Brugha[00:01:56]
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep[00:02:02]
Neath the shroud of the foggy dew[00:02:07]
And back through the glen[00:02:12]
I rode again[00:02:14]
And my heart with grief was sore[00:02:17]
For I parted then with valiant men[00:02:22]
Whom I never shall see more[00:02:27]
But to and fro in my dreams I go[00:02:32]
And I kneel and pray for you[00:02:37]
For slavery fled oh glorious dead[00:02:42]
When you fell in the foggy dew[00:02:47]