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Noel McLoughlin
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The Foggy Dew
作词:Traditional
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 'Twas England bade our wild geese go That small nations might be free. Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea
But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Valera true Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the hills of the foggy dew
The bravest fell, and the solemn bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide 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
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