[00:00.000] 作曲 : Derek Warfield
[00:15.981]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:20.015]To a city fair rode I
[00:23.958]There armoured lines of marching men
[00:28.236]In squadrons passed me by
[00:31.934]No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[00:36.191]Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:39.946]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffy's swell
[00:44.245]Rang out in the foggy dew
[00:47.422]
[00:55.961]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[01:00.122]They hung out the flag of war
[01:03.956]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:08.062]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[01:12.029]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:16.047]Strong men came hurrying through
[01:20.030]While Brittania's huns with their long-range guns
[01:24.329]Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:28.014]
[01:36.007]Oh the night fell black and the rifle's crack
[01:39.969]Made perfidious Albion reel
[01:44.015]Mid the leaded rain seven tongues of flame
[01:48.050]Did shine o're the lines of steel
[01:52.038]By each shining blade a prayer was said
[01:55.940]That to Ireland her sons be true
[02:00.019]When the morning broke still the war flag shook
[02:04.077]Out its fold on the foggy dew
[02:07.638]
[02:16.023]It was England bade our wild geese go
[02:20.261]That small nations might be free
[02:24.028]But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
[02:28.035]On the fringe of the geart North Sea
[02:32.307]Oh had they died by Pearse's side
[02:36.079]Or fought with Cathal Bruagh
[02:40.058]Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
[02:44.054]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:47.673]
[02:56.055]But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[03:00.188]Rang mournfully and clear
[03:03.989]For those who died that Eastertide
[03:08.006]In the springing of the year
[03:11.973]While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[03:16.090]At those fearless men but few
[03:20.042]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:23.933]Might shine through the foggy dew
[03:27.921]
[03:35.985]Then back through that glen I rode again
[03:40.184]And my heart with grief was sore
[03:44.004]For I parted then with valiant men
[03:48.118]Whom I never shall see more
[03:52.090]And back to and fro in dreams I'll go
[03:56.202]And I'll kneel and pray for you
[04:00.170]For slavery fled oh glorious dead
[04:10.200]When you fell in the foggy dew

作曲 : Derek Warfield
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armoured 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 Liffy's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the 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 huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
Oh the night fell black and the rifle's crack
Made perfidious Albion reel
Mid the leaded rain seven tongues of flame
Did shine o're the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true
When the morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold on the foggy dew
It was England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the geart North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Bruagh
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
Then back through that glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
And back to and fro in dreams I'll go
And I'll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled oh glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew