Foggy Dew
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โฑ๏ธ 3:43 duration
๐ ID: 28954743
๐ Lyrics
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
The Ireland's lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than on Silver or Soddel Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's sons with their great big guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
Oh, the bayonet bright and the rifle's crack
Made Paphadia's Albion reel
'Mid the laden rain, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said
And to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook
Out its poles in the foggy dew
Oh, the bravest fell, and the Rebbie Bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died at Eastertide
In the springtime of the year
While the world it gazed with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore their fight that the freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
And through the glen I rode again
My heart with grief was sore
For I parted with those gallant men
Who I'll never see no more
And to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
To a city fair rode I
The Ireland's lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than on Silver or Soddel Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's sons with their great big guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
Oh, the bayonet bright and the rifle's crack
Made Paphadia's Albion reel
'Mid the laden rain, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said
And to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook
Out its poles in the foggy dew
Oh, the bravest fell, and the Rebbie Bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died at Eastertide
In the springtime of the year
While the world it gazed with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore their fight that the freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
And through the glen I rode again
My heart with grief was sore
For I parted with those gallant men
Who I'll never see no more
And to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.04] As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:16.22] To a city fair rode I
[00:20.51] The Ireland's lines of marching men
[00:25.26] In squadrons passed me by
[00:29.36] No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[00:33.95] Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:37.91] But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell
[00:42.67] Rang out in the foggy dew
[00:47.42] Right proudly high over Dublin town
[00:58.69] They flung out the flag of war
[01:02.63] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:07.02] Than on Silver or Soddel Bar
[01:11.38] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:15.69] Strong men came hurrying through
[01:19.70] While Britannia's sons with their great big guns
[01:24.21] Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:29.15]
[01:35.62] Oh, the bayonet bright and the rifle's crack
[01:39.82] Made Paphadia's Albion reel
[01:44.00] 'Mid the laden rain, seven tongues of flame
[01:48.69] Did shine o'er the lines of steel
[01:52.56] By each shining blade a prayer was said
[01:56.86] And to Ireland her sons be true
[02:00.94] But when morning broke, still the war flag shook
[02:05.21] Out its poles in the foggy dew
[02:10.61]
[02:16.97] Oh, the bravest fell, and the Rebbie Bell
[02:21.31] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:25.32] For those who died at Eastertide
[02:29.65] In the springtime of the year
[02:33.84] While the world it gazed with deep amaze
[02:38.11] At those fearless men but few
[02:42.25] Who bore their fight that the freedom's light
[02:46.78] Might shine through the foggy dew
[02:52.08]
[02:58.13] And through the glen I rode again
[03:02.66] My heart with grief was sore
[03:06.55] For I parted with those gallant men
[03:11.09] Who I'll never see no more
[03:15.02] And to and fro in my dreams I go
[03:19.26] And I kneel and pray for you
[03:23.37] For slavery fled, oh, glorious dead
[03:30.75] When you fell in the foggy dew
[03:41.73]
[00:16.22] To a city fair rode I
[00:20.51] The Ireland's lines of marching men
[00:25.26] In squadrons passed me by
[00:29.36] No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[00:33.95] Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:37.91] But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell
[00:42.67] Rang out in the foggy dew
[00:47.42] Right proudly high over Dublin town
[00:58.69] They flung out the flag of war
[01:02.63] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:07.02] Than on Silver or Soddel Bar
[01:11.38] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:15.69] Strong men came hurrying through
[01:19.70] While Britannia's sons with their great big guns
[01:24.21] Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:29.15]
[01:35.62] Oh, the bayonet bright and the rifle's crack
[01:39.82] Made Paphadia's Albion reel
[01:44.00] 'Mid the laden rain, seven tongues of flame
[01:48.69] Did shine o'er the lines of steel
[01:52.56] By each shining blade a prayer was said
[01:56.86] And to Ireland her sons be true
[02:00.94] But when morning broke, still the war flag shook
[02:05.21] Out its poles in the foggy dew
[02:10.61]
[02:16.97] Oh, the bravest fell, and the Rebbie Bell
[02:21.31] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:25.32] For those who died at Eastertide
[02:29.65] In the springtime of the year
[02:33.84] While the world it gazed with deep amaze
[02:38.11] At those fearless men but few
[02:42.25] Who bore their fight that the freedom's light
[02:46.78] Might shine through the foggy dew
[02:52.08]
[02:58.13] And through the glen I rode again
[03:02.66] My heart with grief was sore
[03:06.55] For I parted with those gallant men
[03:11.09] Who I'll never see no more
[03:15.02] And to and fro in my dreams I go
[03:19.26] And I kneel and pray for you
[03:23.37] For slavery fled, oh, glorious dead
[03:30.75] When you fell in the foggy dew
[03:41.73]