[00:00.000] 作词 : Milligan/Fox
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Milligan/Fox
[00:11.490]As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
[00:20.490]There Ireland’s lines of marching men
[00:25.490]In squadrons passed me by
[00:29.490]No pipe did hum, no battle drum, did sound its loud tattoo
[00:37.490]But the Angelus Bell o’er the Liffey’s swell rang out in the foggy dew
[00:53.490]Right proudly high over Dublin town they flung out the flag of war
[01:02.490]T’was better to die ‘neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
[01:10.890]And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
[01:19.490]While Britannia’s Huns, with their great big guns sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:34.990]Oh the night fell black, and the rifles’ crack made perfidious Albion reel
[01:44.190]In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o’er the lines of steel
[01:52.190]By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
[02:01.090]But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew
[02:16.090]Oh the bravest fell and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
[02:25.090]For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
[02:33.090]While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
[02:42.090]Who bore the fight that the freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew
[02:58.090]Back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
[03:06.090]For I parted with those gallant men who I’ll never see no more
[03:15.090]But to and fro in my dreams I go and I’ll kneel and pray for you
[03:23.090]For slavery fled. O’ glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew