gequbao.com
找歌就用歌曲宝
The Foggy Dew - The Dubliners
能正常播放的歌曲才可以下载
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers/Lorenz Hart/Non Protected Shares
[00:16.102]As down the glen one Easter morn,
[00:22.281]to a city fair rode I.
[00:28.398]There armed lines of marching men,
[00:34.631]In squadrons passed me by.
[00:40.780]No fife did hum,
[00:43.426]no battle drum,
[00:46.542]Did sound it's dread tattoo.
[00:52.540]But the Angelus' bell over the Liffey swells,
[00:58.419]Rang out through the foggy dew.
[01:04.481]Right proudly high over Dublin town,
[01:10.370]They hung out the flag of war.
[01:16.340]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky,
[01:22.259]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
[01:28.285]And from the plains of Royal Meath,
[01:34.015]Strong men came hurrying through.
[01:39.814]While Brittania's Huns
[01:42.617]with their long range guns,
[01:45.539]Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[01:51.326]'Twas Brittannia bdde our Wild Geese go,
[01:57.306]That small nations might be free.
[02:02.926]But they lonely graves are by Sulva's waves.
[02:08.827]Or the shore of the Great North Sea.
[02:14.555]Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
[02:20.227]Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[02:25.867]Their names we will keep,
[02:28.395]where the fenians sleep,
[02:31.231]Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
[02:36.773]But thr bravest fell, and the requiem bell,
[02:42.033]Rang mournfully and clear.
[02:47.564]For those who died that Easter tide,
[02:53.047]In the springing of the year.
[02:58.447]And the world did gaze, in deep amaze.
[03:03.610]At those fearless men, but few.
[03:08.805]Who bore the fight that freedom's light,
[03:14.106]Might shine thought the foggy dew.
[00:16.102]As down the glen one Easter morn,
[00:22.281]to a city fair rode I.
[00:28.398]There armed lines of marching men,
[00:34.631]In squadrons passed me by.
[00:40.780]No fife did hum,
[00:43.426]no battle drum,
[00:46.542]Did sound it's dread tattoo.
[00:52.540]But the Angelus' bell over the Liffey swells,
[00:58.419]Rang out through the foggy dew.
[01:04.481]Right proudly high over Dublin town,
[01:10.370]They hung out the flag of war.
[01:16.340]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky,
[01:22.259]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
[01:28.285]And from the plains of Royal Meath,
[01:34.015]Strong men came hurrying through.
[01:39.814]While Brittania's Huns
[01:42.617]with their long range guns,
[01:45.539]Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[01:51.326]'Twas Brittannia bdde our Wild Geese go,
[01:57.306]That small nations might be free.
[02:02.926]But they lonely graves are by Sulva's waves.
[02:08.827]Or the shore of the Great North Sea.
[02:14.555]Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
[02:20.227]Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[02:25.867]Their names we will keep,
[02:28.395]where the fenians sleep,
[02:31.231]Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
[02:36.773]But thr bravest fell, and the requiem bell,
[02:42.033]Rang mournfully and clear.
[02:47.564]For those who died that Easter tide,
[02:53.047]In the springing of the year.
[02:58.447]And the world did gaze, in deep amaze.
[03:03.610]At those fearless men, but few.
[03:08.805]Who bore the fight that freedom's light,
[03:14.106]Might shine thought the foggy dew.
热门推荐