所属专辑:The Parting Glass
时长: 03:27
The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The Clancy Brothers[00:00:00]
Was down the glen one Easter morn[00:00:04]
To a city fair rode I[00:00:09]
When Ireland's lines of marching men[00:00:14]
In squadron passed me by[00:00:19]
No pipes did hum or no battle drum[00:00:24]
Was sound it's dread tattoo[00:00:29]
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell[00:00:34]
Rang out in the Foggy Dew[00:00:39]
Right proudly high over Dublin town[00:00:43]
They hung out the flag of war[00:00:48]
For 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than[00:00:53]
At Suvla or Sud El Bar[00:00:58]
And from the plains of Royal Meath[00:01:03]
Strong men came hurrying through[00:01:08]
While Brittania's sons with their long range guns[00:01:13]
Sailed in from the Foggy Dew[00:01:18]
'Twas England bade our wild geese go that[00:01:23]
Small nations might be free[00:01:28]
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves[00:01:33]
On the fringe of the grey North Sea[00:01:37]
But had they died by Pearse's side[00:01:42]
Or fought with Valera true[00:01:47]
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep[00:01:52]
'Neath the hills of the Foggy Dew[00:01:57]
The bravest fell and the sullen bell[00:02:39]
Rang mournfully and clear[00:02:44]
For those who died that Easter tide[00:02:48]
In the springing of the year[00:02:53]
And the world did gaze in deep amaze[00:02:58]
At those fearless men and true[00:03:03]
Who bore the fight that freedom's light[00:03:07]
Might shine through the Foggy Dew[00:03:12]