Foggy Dew-The Dubliners

[00:15.000]As down the glen one Easter morn [00:21:000]To a city fair rode I, [00:27.000]There armed lines of marching men [00:34:000]In squadrons passed me by. [00:40.000]No pipe did hum, no battle drum [00:46.500]Did sound its loud tattoo [00:52.500]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells [00:58.000]Rang out in the foggy dew. [01:04.000]Right proudly high in Dublin town [01:10.500]Hung they out a flag of war. [01:16.000]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky [01:21.500]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. [01:27.500]And from the plains of Royal Meath [01:34.000]Strong men came hurrying through; [01:39.500]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns [01:45.500]Sailed in through the foggy dew. [01:51:000]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell [01:57:000]Rang mournfully and clear [02:02.000]For those who died that Easter-tide [02:05.000]In the springing of the year. [02:09.000]While the world did gaze with deep amaze [02:13.000]At those fearless men but few [02:21.000]Who bore the fight that freedom's light [02:28.000]Might shine through the foggy dew. [02:36:000]And back through the glen I rode again [02:40.000]And my heart with grief was sore [02:45.000]For I parted then with valiant men [02:50.000]Whom I never shall see more [02:56.000]But to and fro in my dreams I go [03:04:000]And I kneel and pray for you [03:08.000]To for slavery fled oh, glorious dead [03:13.000]When you fell in the foggy dew