| 作曲 : Moore | |
| Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy waters | |
| Break not ye breezes, your chains of repose | |
| While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter | |
| Tells to the night star her tale of woes | |
| When shall the swan, her death note ringing | |
| Sleep with the wings in darkness furled? | |
| When will heav'n, its sweet bell ringing | |
| Call my spirit from this stormy world? | |
| Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping | |
| Fate bids me languish long ages away | |
| Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping | |
| Still doth the pure light its dawning delay | |
| When will the day star mildly springing | |
| Warm our isle with peace and love? | |
| When will heav'n, its sweet bell ringing | |
| Call my spirit to the fields above? | |
| Call my spirit to the fields above? |
| zuo qu : Moore | |
| Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy waters | |
| Break not ye breezes, your chains of repose | |
| While murmuring mournfully Lir' s lonely daughter | |
| Tells to the night star her tale of woes | |
| When shall the swan, her death note ringing | |
| Sleep with the wings in darkness furled? | |
| When will heav' n, its sweet bell ringing | |
| Call my spirit from this stormy world? | |
| Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping | |
| Fate bids me languish long ages away | |
| Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping | |
| Still doth the pure light its dawning delay | |
| When will the day star mildly springing | |
| Warm our isle with peace and love? | |
| When will heav' n, its sweet bell ringing | |
| Call my spirit to the fields above? | |
| Call my spirit to the fields above? |
| zuò qǔ : Moore | |
| Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy waters | |
| Break not ye breezes, your chains of repose | |
| While murmuring mournfully Lir' s lonely daughter | |
| Tells to the night star her tale of woes | |
| When shall the swan, her death note ringing | |
| Sleep with the wings in darkness furled? | |
| When will heav' n, its sweet bell ringing | |
| Call my spirit from this stormy world? | |
| Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping | |
| Fate bids me languish long ages away | |
| Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping | |
| Still doth the pure light its dawning delay | |
| When will the day star mildly springing | |
| Warm our isle with peace and love? | |
| When will heav' n, its sweet bell ringing | |
| Call my spirit to the fields above? | |
| Call my spirit to the fields above? |
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