时间：2008-12-16
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The Foggy Dew - The Clancy Brothers/Tommy Makem
Was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
When Ireland's lines of marching men
In squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no battle drum
Was sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out in the Foggy Dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the flag of war
For '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
'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 sullen bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide
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
