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[00:00.00] 作词 : Traditionnel[00:01.00] 作曲 : Traditionnel[00:15.37]As down the glen one Easter morn[00:24.75]To a city fair rode I.[00:33.37]There, armed lines of marching men,[00:42.13]In squadrons passed me by.[00:49.47]No pipe did hum, no battle drum[00:58.45]Did sound its loud tattoo[01:08.82]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells[01:20.59]Rang out in the foggy dew.[01:33.80]Right proudly high in Dublin town[01:39.06]Hung they out a flag of war.[01:44.33]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky[01:49.59]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.[01:55.33]And from the plains of Royal Meath[02:00.51]Strong men came hurrying through;[02:05.97]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns[02:11.42]Sailed in through the foggy dew.[02:27.94]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell[02:32.98]Rang mournfully and clear[02:38.34]For those who died that Easter-tide[02:43.63]In the springing of the year.[02:48.73]While the world did gaze with deep amaze[02:54.16]At those fearless men but few[02:59.32]Who bore the fight that freedom's light[03:04.75]Might shine through the foggy dew.[03:10.38][03:51.18]And back through the glen I rode again[04:05.45]And my heart with grief was sore[04:15.10]For I parted then with valiant men[04:24.77]Whom I never shall see more[04:33.18]But to and fro[04:37.69]In my dreams I go[04:42.00]And I kneel and pray for you[04:52.38]For slavery fled[04:58.36]Oh, glorious dead[05:07.19]When you fell in the foggy dew
