The Foggy Dew
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⏱️ 5:20 duration
🆔 ID: 629367
📜 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 pipe did hum, nor battle drum
Did sound its loud tatoo
But the angelus bells o'er the liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they 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
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
As back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with me fell 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 kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled a 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 pipe did hum, nor battle drum
Did sound its loud tatoo
But the angelus bells o'er the liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they 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
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
As back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with me fell 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 kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled a glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.39] As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:24.18] To a city fair rode I
[00:33.73] There armed lines of marching men
[00:42.06] In squadrons passed me by
[00:48.80] No pipe did hum, nor battle drum
[00:57.77] Did sound its loud tatoo
[01:08.28] But the angelus bells o'er the liffey swells
[01:18.81] Rang out in the foggy dew
[01:32.47] Right proudly high in Dublin town
[01:39.20] Hung they out the flag of war
[01:44.65] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:50.04] Than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
[01:55.45] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[02:00.97] Strong men came hurrying through
[02:06.27] While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns
[02:11.94] Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[02:28.37] Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
[02:33.07] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:38.48] For those who died that Eastertide
[02:43.53] In the springing of the year
[02:48.93] While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:54.58] At those fearless men but few
[02:59.56] Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:04.82] Might shine through the foggy dew
[03:20.57] As back through the glen I rode again
[04:10.42] And my heart with me fell sore
[04:14.26] For I parted then with valiant men
[04:24.30] Whom I never shall see 'more
[04:32.87] But to and fro in my dreams I go
[04:41.33] And I kneel and pray for you
[04:51.36] For slavery fled a glorious dead
[05:06.36] When you fell in the foggy dew
[05:16.21]
[00:24.18] To a city fair rode I
[00:33.73] There armed lines of marching men
[00:42.06] In squadrons passed me by
[00:48.80] No pipe did hum, nor battle drum
[00:57.77] Did sound its loud tatoo
[01:08.28] But the angelus bells o'er the liffey swells
[01:18.81] Rang out in the foggy dew
[01:32.47] Right proudly high in Dublin town
[01:39.20] Hung they out the flag of war
[01:44.65] 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:50.04] Than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
[01:55.45] And from the plains of Royal Meath
[02:00.97] Strong men came hurrying through
[02:06.27] While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns
[02:11.94] Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[02:28.37] Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
[02:33.07] Rang mournfully and clear
[02:38.48] For those who died that Eastertide
[02:43.53] In the springing of the year
[02:48.93] While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:54.58] At those fearless men but few
[02:59.56] Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:04.82] Might shine through the foggy dew
[03:20.57] As back through the glen I rode again
[04:10.42] And my heart with me fell sore
[04:14.26] For I parted then with valiant men
[04:24.30] Whom I never shall see 'more
[04:32.87] But to and fro in my dreams I go
[04:41.33] And I kneel and pray for you
[04:51.36] For slavery fled a glorious dead
[05:06.36] When you fell in the foggy dew
[05:16.21]