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Foggy Dew (with Alan Stivell) Lyrics
As down by 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 nor battle drum
did sound its loud tattoo.
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Dublin Town
they flung out the flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Suvla 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
came in through the foggy dew.
Ah back through the glen I rode again
and my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then with valiant whom
I never shall see more.
But to and through in my dreams I go
and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
when you fell in the foggy dew.
to a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by.
did sound its loud tattoo.
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
rang out through the foggy dew.
they flung out the flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
strong men came hurrying through.
While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns
came in through the foggy dew.
and my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then with valiant whom
I never shall see more.
and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
when you fell in the foggy dew.
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Submitted by
epiwoosh On Jul 11, 2016
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