- Young Dubliners foggy dew 歌詞
- Young Dubliners
- Twas down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I
Those armored lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum nor battle drum
did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell oer the Liffey swell
rang out of the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town
lay hung out the flag of war
Twas better to die neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurrying through
While Britannias Huns, with their long range guns
sailed out oer the foggy dew
Twas England bade our Wild Geese fly
that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulvas waves
On the fringe of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearses side
or fought with Cathal Brugha
Im sure their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell as the requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight so that freedoms light
might shine through the foggy dew
Who bore the fight so that freedoms light
might shine through the foggy dew
might shine through the foggy dew
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