Carrickfergus-The Irish Masters

[ti:The Foggy Dew] [ar:The Dublin Ramblers] [al:Irish - Here's to the Irish] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Carrickfergus (卡里克弗格斯) - The Irish Masters [00:05.10]As down the glen one Easter morn [00:10.85]To a city fair rode I [00:15.19] [00:16.54]There Armed lines of marching men [00:22.23]In squadrons passed me by [00:27.30] [00:27.88]No fife did hum nor battle drum [00:33.17]Did sound it's dread tattoo [00:37.75] [00:38.34]But the Angelus bell o'er the liffey swell [00:43.58]Rang out through the foggy dew [00:48.17] [00:48.92]Right proudly high over Dublin Town [00:54.79]They hung out the flag of war [00:59.74] [01:00.42]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky [01:06.10]Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar [01:10.95] [01:11.55]And from the plains of Royal Meath [01:16.76]Strong men came hurrying through [01:21.38] [01:22.00]While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns [01:27.22]Sailed in through the foggy dew [01:31.83] [01:32.44]'Twas Britannia's bade our Wild Geese go [01:38.08]That small nations might be free [01:42.98] [01:43.62]But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves [01:49.14]Or the shore of the Great North Sea [01:54.62]Oh had they died by Pearse's side [01:59.87]Or fought with Cathal Brugha [02:04.37] [02:04.97]Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep [02:10.23]'neath the shroud of the foggy dew [02:14.92] [02:15.56]But the bravest fell and the requiem bell [02:20.98]Rang mournfully and clear [02:25.91] [02:26.48]For those who died that Eastertide [02:31.92]In the springing of the year [02:36.82] [02:37.32]And the world did gaze in deep amaze [02:42.51]At those fearless men but few [02:46.92] [02:47.47]Who bore the fight that freedom's light [02:52.65]Might shine through the foggy foggy dew