Foggy Dew フォギーデュー

As down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by

No pipe did hum, no battle drum
did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell
rang out in the foggy dew

復活祭（イースター）の朝
谷をくだり町へ向かう途中で
騎兵隊の列が私を追い越していった
笛も太鼓も鳴らさぬまま
霧の中　アンジェラスの鐘が
リフィー川に鳴り渡る

Right proudly high over Dublin Town
they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

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

戦いの旗がダブリンの町に誇り高く翻る
異国の地ではなく
アイルランドの空の下で死ぬのだ
ミースから駆けつける強者たち
霧の中　野蛮なイギリス軍がやってくる

Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack
made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame
did shine o'er the lines of steel

By each shining blade a prayer was said,
that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag
shook out its folds in the foggy dew

闇夜に響く銃声
よろめく不実のアルビオン
（イギリスを揶揄する表現）
鉛の雨の中　銃剣にきらめく銃火
一振りごとに捧げる祈り
「アイルランドに忠義を」
夜明けの霧の中
戦いの旗はなお翻り続けた

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese
go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
or the shore of the Great North Sea

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

イギリスがワイルド・ギース
（アイルランド人傭兵）を戦争へ駆り出し
彼らの亡骸は異国の地で葬られる
ああ、イースター蜂起の英雄らと
ともに戦ってくれていたら
彼らの名は我らが受け継ぐ
フェニアンの戦士が眠る　この霧の中で

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
in the springing of the year

And the world did gaze, in deep amaze,
at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
might shine through the foggy dew

勇敢な者は倒れ
鎮魂の鐘が哀しく鳴り響く
春めく復活祭の季節に
命を落とした者たちのために
恐れを知らぬ精鋭たちに世界は括目した
深い霧の中　自由の光が輝くまで
戦いは終わらない

Ah, back through the glen I rode again
and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
whom I never shall see more

But to and fro in my dreams
I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew.

谷間を戻りながら悲嘆に暮れた
勇敢な男たちとの永遠の別れに
夢の中どこに行こうと
ひざまずき祈ろう　深い霧の中
隷属を破った栄光ある犠牲のために