The Foggy Dew

[00:06.04] As down the glen one Easter morn'
[00:11.86] To a city fair rode I
[00:17.52] There are armed lines of marching men
[00:22.72] In squadrons passed me by
[00:28.83] No pipe did hum nor battle drum
[00:33.21] Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:39.57] But the Angelus bells or the Liffey's swells
[00:44.92] Rang out in the foggy dew
[00:55.13] Right proudly high in Dublin town
[00:59.73] Hung they out the flag of war
[01:02.88] It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:06.85] Than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
[01:09.79] And from the plains of the Royal Meath
[01:13.24] Strong men came hurrying through
[01:16.59] While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
[01:20.07] Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:24.78] It was Brittania bade our wild geese go
[01:28.68] "Small nations might be free"
[01:31.50] Now their lonely graves are by Suvla Bay
[01:35.23] Or the shores of the great North Sea
[01:38.27] But had they died by Pearse's side
[01:42.26] Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[01:45.56] Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
[01:48.81] 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
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[02:18.94] But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[02:22.62] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:25.77] For those who died that Easter tide
[02:29.11] In the springing of the year
[02:32.35] And the world did gaze in deep amaze
[02:36.28] At the fearless men, but few
[02:39.53] Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[02:42.89] Might shine through the foggy dew
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[03:16.15] As back through the glen, I rode again
[03:25.36] And my heart with grief was sore
[03:30.21] For I parted then with valiant men
[03:36.28] Whom I never shall see no more
[03:41.67] But to and fro in my dreams I'll go
[03:48.09] And I'll kneel and pray for you
[03:54.21] For slavery fled, O glorious dead
[04:03.50] When you fell in the foggy dew
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