[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com  [00:10.18]It was down the glen one Easter morn [00:15.37]To a city fair rode I [00:20.47]There armed lines of marching men [00:25.62]In squadrons passed me by [00:30.84]No pipe did hum [00:33.25]And no battle drum [00:35.85]Did sound it's threat tattoo [00:41.03]But the Angelus Bells over the Liffey [00:45.41]Swells rang out in the foggy dew [00:51.28]Right proudly high over Dublin town [00:56.49]They hung out a flag of war [01:01.41]For it was better to die 'neath the Irish sky [01:06.45]Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar [01:11.61]And from the plains of Royal Meath [01:16.57]Strong men came hurrying through [01:21.54]While Brittania's huns with their long range guns [01:26.53]Sailed in by the foggy dew [01:31.50]It was England's bade our Wild Geese go [01:36.41]That small nations might be free [01:41.38]But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves [01:46.78]On the fringes of the Great North Sea [01:51.67]Oh had they died by Pearse's side [01:56.63]Or fought with for let us through [02:01.80]Their graves we'll keep [02:04.38]Where the fenians sleep [02:07.03]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew [02:14.28]The bravest fell and the selem bell [02:20.40]Rang mournfully and clear [02:26.79]For those who died that Easter tide [02:33.27]In the springing of the year [02:39.23]And the world did gaze in deep amaze [02:44.44]At those fearless men and through [02:49.76]Who bore the fight that freedom's light [02:55.11]Might shine through the foggy dew