Foggy Dew - Pertness.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Tom Schluchter
[00:01.00] 作词 : Tom Schluchter
[00:45.62]'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
[00:48.48]To a city fair rode I
[00:51.28]When Ireland's line of marching men
[00:54.10]In squadron passed me by
[00:56.99]
[01:08.38]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[01:11.22]They hung out a flag of war
[01:14.13]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:17.00]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[01:19.80]No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[01:22.67]Did sound its dread tattoo
[01:25.53]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[01:28.38]Rang out in the foggy dew
[01:31.31]
[01:42.96]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[01:45.60]They hung out a flag of war
[01:48.42]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:51.27]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[01:54.04]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:56.93]Strong men came hurrying through
[01:59.80]While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
[02:02.69]Sailed in from the foggy dew
[02:05.56]While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
[02:08.43]Sailed in from the foggy dew
[02:11.42]'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
[02:14.13]To a city fair rode I
[02:16.96]When Ireland's line of marching men
[02:19.82]In squadron passed me by
[02:22.66]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[02:25.53]Rang out in the foggy dew
[02:28.34]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[02:31.22]Rang out in the foggy dew
[02:34.52]
文本歌词
作曲 : Tom Schluchter
作词 : Tom Schluchter
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadron passed me by
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
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
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
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadron passed me by
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew