[id:$00000000] [ar:] [ti:] [by:] [hash:534141a1945e6a85322843763b7ccad1] [al:] [sign:] [qq:] [total:0] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - The Chieftains [00:15.31]I was down the glen one Easter morn [00:24.53]To a city fair rode I [00:33.34]There armed lines of marching men [00:42.14]In squadrons passed me by [00:49.37]No pipe did hum [00:53.36]No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo [01:09.16]But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells [01:20.52]Rang out in the foggy dew [01:33.81]Right proudly high in Dublin town [01:39.18]Hung they out a flag of war [01:44.55]'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky [01:49.91]Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar [01:55.27]And from the plains of Royal Meath [02:00.89]Strong men came hurrying through [02:06.14]While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns [02:11.63]Sailed in through the foggy dew [02:27.86]Their bravest fell and the requiem bell [02:33.11]Rang mournfully and clear [02:38.29]For those who died that Eastertide in the [02:44.09]Springing of the year [02:48.83]While the world did gaze with deep amaze [02:54.20]At those fearless men but few [02:59.51]Who bore the fight that freedom's light [03:04.50]Might shine through the foggy dew [03:50.98]And back through the glen I rode again [04:05.28]And my heart with grief was sore [04:14.89]For I parted then with valiant men [04:24.56]Whom I never shall see n'more [04:33.29]But to and fro in my dreams I go [04:41.72]And I kneel and pray for you [04:52.20]For slavery fled the glorious dead [05:07.06]When you fell in the foggy dew