Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

No fife did hum nor battle
Did sound dread tattoo
But the bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out through the dew

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

And from the plains of Royal
men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long guns
in through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia our Wild Geese go
That small nations be free
But their graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the of the Great North Sea

Oh, had died by Pearse's side
Or fought Cathal Brugha
names we will keep where the fenians sleep
'Neath the of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the bell
mournfully and clear
For those who died Easter tide
In the of the year

And the did gaze, in deep amaze
At those men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's
shine through the foggy dew

Oh, back through the I rode again
And my heart with was sore
For I parted then with men
Whom I shall see more

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