Текст песни Dublin Ramblers - The Foggy Dew

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'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
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To a city fair rode I.
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When Ireland's line of marching men
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In squadrons passed me by.
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No pipe did hum, no battle drum
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Did sound its dread tattoo
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But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
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Rang out in 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 sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.

'Twas England bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Bruga,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.

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

Gray morning I
In the city, drove the horse :
Easter time - fair go.
But bayonets gleaming ,
And the ranks of soldiers
Passed in silence, looking into the distance .
Copper bugles howl
Not disturb order,
Fraction not beat the war drums ,
Peal ,
Circling the hill ,
Came through the fog .

Rey, military flag ,
Dublin signaled
Pride will not allow them to suffer .
Sulve than death,
So it's better here
Under Irish sky die.
Smoke rose ,
People came from the plains ,
Adding a strong spirit camp.
And the British system,
Like a swarm of Huns ,
Passed through the fog.

And " goose wedge"
Served with Plains
Fight for freedom in carrying their flag.
Their graves are countless
In the vastness of here
And Sulvy distant shores.
Those who have fallen in battle,
But leave fear
Those who , together with Pierce fell in battle ,
We always remember ,
Remembers and country .
Eternal sleep keeps fog.

Glorious mountain views ...
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In the morning light , funeral bell.
It's about those calls ,
In Easter who died
Who, then, was doomed to die .
The whole world fell silent ,
watching them
So fearless single mill
What did not flinch , no,
That freedom light
Could shine through the fog .

I hurried back
Through a chain of vertices
But his heart remained pain :
I do not see
Most of the people
What went fearlessly into battle.
I pray for you,
Indeed, in the last hour
Slaves died without stigma.
Memory of former days ,
The image is getting stronger
Leaving through the fog ...