Текст песни Svart Vin - Foggy Dew
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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I,Their armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by;
No fife did hum, nor battle drum did sound its dred tattoo,
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew.
Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town they hung out the 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 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 shores of the Great North Sea.
Oh had they died by Pearse's side or had fought with Cathal Brugha,
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide in the springtime of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew,
Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore,
For I parted then with valient men who I never shall see no more;
But to and from in my dreams I go, and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O' glorious dead when you fell in the Foggy Dew.
When you fell in the Foggy Dew.