Foggy Dew歌词
添加日期：2024-01-28 时长：03分42秒 歌手：The Wolfe Tones
作词 : Milligan/Fox
作曲 : Milligan/Fox
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Ireland’s lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum, did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o’er the Liffey’s swell rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town they flung out the flag of war
T’was 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 Britannia’s Huns, with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
Oh the night fell black, and the rifles’ crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o’er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew
Oh the bravest fell and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that the freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew
Back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted with those gallant men who I’ll never see no more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I’ll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled. O’ glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew编辑于2024/01/28更新
作曲 : Milligan/Fox
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Ireland’s lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum, did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o’er the Liffey’s swell rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town they flung out the flag of war
T’was 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 Britannia’s Huns, with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
Oh the night fell black, and the rifles’ crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o’er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew
Oh the bravest fell and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that the freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew
Back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted with those gallant men who I’ll never see no more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I’ll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled. O’ glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew编辑于2024/01/28更新
