Foggy Dew

Текст песни The Dubliners - Foggy Dew

Foggy Dew LyricsAs down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
Where armed line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, nor battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a 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
'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
Or the shore of the gray North Sea
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew2