[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]