The foggy dew (midi)

 
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1. As down the glen one Easter morn', to a city fair rode I,
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 there armoured lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.
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 No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo,
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 but the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell,
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 rang out through the foggy dew.
 
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2. Right proudly high in Dublin town they hung out the flag of war,
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 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud el Bar.
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And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through,
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 while Brittania's Huns, with their great big guns,
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 sailed in through the foggy dew.
 
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3. 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, 
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 that small nations might be free,
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 but their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
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 on the fringes of the great North Sea.
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 Oh had they died by Pearse's side 
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 or had they fought with Cathal Brugha.
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 Their names we keep, where the Fenians sleep,
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 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
 
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4. But the bravest fell and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear, 
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 for those who died that Easter tide, in the springtime of the year.
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 While the world did gaze with deep amaze, 
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 at those fearless men but few, 
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 who bore that fight, that freedom's light
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 might shine through the foggy dew.
 
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5. And back through the glen I rode again 
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 and my heart with grief was sore,
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 for I parted then with most valiant men that I na'er shall see more.
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 But two and fro in my dreams I'll go and I'll kneel and pray for you,
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 for slavery fled our glorious dead,
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 when you fell in the foggy dew.
 

(Trad. / Noel McLoughlin)