Luyện nghe bài hát The Foggy Dew

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

No did hum nor battle drum
Did sound it's tattoo
But the Angelus bell the Liffey swell
Rang out the foggy dew

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

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

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

Oh, had they died by Pearse's
Or fought with Cathal
Their names we will keep the fenians sleep
the shroud of the foggy dew

But the fell, and the requiem bell
Rang and clear
For those who that Easter tide
In the springing of the

And the world did gaze, in deep
At fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's
Might shine through the dew

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

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