Foggy Dew
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โฑ๏ธ 4:26 duration
๐ ID: 4486220
๐ Lyrics
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum
Did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town
They hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Sulva 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
Sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze
At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
Oh, back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd 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
No fife did hum nor battle drum
Did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town
They hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Sulva 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
Sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze
At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
Oh, back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.60] As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:14.62] To a city fair rode I
[00:18.87] There Armed lines of marching men
[00:24.93] In squadrons passed me by
[00:29.72] No fife did hum nor battle drum
[00:34.22] Did sound it's dread tattoo
[00:39.14] But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
[00:45.40] Rang out through the foggy dew
[00:54.56] Right proudly high over Dublin Town
[01:06.35] They hung out the flag of war
[01:09.93] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:14.08] Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
[01:18.21] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:22.08] Strong men came hurrying through
[01:26.02] While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
[01:30.06] Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:33.84] 'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
[01:38.05] That small nations might be free
[01:41.44] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
[01:45.84] Or the shore of the Great North Sea
[01:49.58] Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
[01:53.74] Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[01:58.01] Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
[02:01.79] 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:05.55] But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[02:09.57] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:13.25] For those who died that Easter tide
[02:17.68] In the springing of the year
[02:20.92] And the world did gaze, in deep amaze
[02:25.68] At those fearless men, but few
[02:29.31] Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[02:33.32] Might shine through the foggy dew
[02:45.06] Oh, back through the glen I rode again
[03:13.11] And my heart with grief was sore
[03:16.64] For I parted then with valiant men
[03:21.06] Whom I never shall see more
[03:24.68] But to and fro in my dreams I go
[03:29.09] And I'd kneel and pray for you
[03:32.49] For slavery fled, O glorious dead
[03:36.79] When you fell in the foggy dew
[03:41.91]
[00:14.62] To a city fair rode I
[00:18.87] There Armed lines of marching men
[00:24.93] In squadrons passed me by
[00:29.72] No fife did hum nor battle drum
[00:34.22] Did sound it's dread tattoo
[00:39.14] But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
[00:45.40] Rang out through the foggy dew
[00:54.56] Right proudly high over Dublin Town
[01:06.35] They hung out the flag of war
[01:09.93] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:14.08] Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
[01:18.21] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:22.08] Strong men came hurrying through
[01:26.02] While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
[01:30.06] Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:33.84] 'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
[01:38.05] That small nations might be free
[01:41.44] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
[01:45.84] Or the shore of the Great North Sea
[01:49.58] Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
[01:53.74] Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[01:58.01] Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
[02:01.79] 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:05.55] But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[02:09.57] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:13.25] For those who died that Easter tide
[02:17.68] In the springing of the year
[02:20.92] And the world did gaze, in deep amaze
[02:25.68] At those fearless men, but few
[02:29.31] Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[02:33.32] Might shine through the foggy dew
[02:45.06] Oh, back through the glen I rode again
[03:13.11] And my heart with grief was sore
[03:16.64] For I parted then with valiant men
[03:21.06] Whom I never shall see more
[03:24.68] But to and fro in my dreams I go
[03:29.09] And I'd kneel and pray for you
[03:32.49] For slavery fled, O glorious dead
[03:36.79] When you fell in the foggy dew
[03:41.91]