As down the glen one Easter morn
在一个复活节的早晨我走下峡谷
To a city fair rode I,
我去一个城镇赶集
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
正在行进中的军队从我身边经过
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
风笛沉静，也没有宣战的鼓声
Did sound its loud tattoo
是什么声音在我耳边响起
But the Angelus bells o er the Liffey swells
是那祈祷的钟声飘过菲利河
Rang out in the foggy dew.
钟声穿过浓雾……
Right proudly high in Dublin town
都柏林城镇尊崇正义
Hung they out a flag of war.
他们插上了战争的旗帜
Twas better to die neath an Irish sky
若死也要死在爱尔兰的天空下
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
总好过葬身在苏瓦湾或苏丹、巴倍多
And from the plains of Royal Meath
于是在米斯郡王室的草原上
Strong men came hurrying through;
身强力壮的男人们匆匆穿过
While Brittania s Huns with their long-range guns
英国佬扛着他们的长枪坐上船
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
穿过浓雾起程……
The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
勇士倒下，挽钟长鸣
Rang mournfully and clear
钟声悲哀而清脆
For thos