The Foggy Dew

[00:14.68] As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:24.38] To a city fair rode I
[00:33.46] There armed lines of marching men
[00:41.73] In squadrons passed me by
[00:49.43] No pipe did hum
[00:53.14] No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
[01:08.37] But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells
[01:20.05] Rang out in the foggy dew
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[01:33.29] Right proudly high in Dublin town
[01:39.28] Hung they out a flag of war
[01:44.53] 'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky
[01:50.16] Than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar
[01:55.40] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[02:00.77] Strong men came hurrying through
[02:06.38] While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns
[02:11.62] Sailed in through the foggy dew
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[02:27.77] Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
[02:32.80] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:38.75] For those who died that Eastertide in the
[02:43.84] Springing of the year
[02:49.15] While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:54.37] At those fearless men but few
[02:59.57] Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:04.74] Might shine through the foggy dew
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[03:51.07] And back through the glen, I rode again
[04:05.18] And my heart with grief was sore
[04:14.98] For I parted then with valiant men
[04:24.43] Whom I never shall see n'more
[04:32.93] But to and fro in my dreams I go
[04:41.69] And I kneel and pray for you
[04:52.17] For slavery fled, O glorious dead
[05:06.42] When you fell in the foggy dew
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