Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

As the glen one Easter morn
To a fair rode I
There Armed lines of men
In passed me by

No fife did hum nor drum
Did sound it's dread
But the Angelus bell o'er the swell
Rang out the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin
They out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an sky
Than at or Sud El Bar

And from the of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying
While Huns, with their long range guns
Sailed in through the dew

Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
That small might be free
But their lonely graves are by waves
Or the of the Great North Sea

Oh, had they by Pearse's side
Or fought with Brugha
Their names we will keep the fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem
mournfully and clear
For who died that Easter tide
In the springing of the

And the world did gaze, in deep
At those men, but few
Who bore the fight that light
shine through the foggy dew

Oh, back the glen I rode again
And my heart grief was sore
For I parted then valiant men
Whom I never shall see

But to and fro in my I go
And I'd and pray for you
For slavery fled, O dead
you fell in the foggy dew