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The Foggy Dew
The Chieftains Lyrics


I was 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, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky
Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania'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
And 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 n'more
But 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

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Written by: J BAIRD, TRADITIONAL, PD TRADITIONAL

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Anna Annina

I was 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, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky
Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania'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
And 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 n'more
But 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



gloin10

@JustNorthOfIreland Eire
If someone wishes to commit themselves, up to and including their very life, to the Republic of Ireland(RoI), who the hell are you to deny them?

Have you examined the backrounds of the signatories of the 1916 Proclamation? About 43% of them were half-Brit, or full Brit, by your definition of homeland...

Would you accuse Thomas Clarke, born in Hurst Castle, Milford-on-Sea, Hampshire, England, Irish father a sergeant in the British Army, of betraying his homeland, and refuse his service to Ireland?

Would you accuse Patrick Pearse, born of an English Protestant father in Dublin, of betraying his father's homeland, and refuse his service to Ireland? Would you refuse the service of his brother Willie?

Would you accuse James Connolly, born in the Cowgate area of Edinburgh, Scotland, of betraying his homeland, and refuse his service to Ireland?

Please try to learn a little about Irish history, before you come out with your ignorant rubbish...

The Irish are perfectly happy with the Brits being the second largest immigrant community in the RoI. They voted with their feet, and every one of them is a vote of confidence in the Irish state, the Irish economy, and Irish culture and society...

The same is true for every member of the 'New Irish'. They selected themselves to become Irish. They had to think about this. No-one forced them...



Tom Cobb

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, no battle drum
Did sound its dred tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey's 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 Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with theirlong-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the shore of the gray North Sea
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we would 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 Eastertide
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



gloin10

@Johannes
"There wouldn't have been organized rebellion if there was no organized oppression"?

And there lies a deep truth about the long and bloody relationship between the two islands.

The almost automatic reaction of the English/British to any form of Irish peaceful protest or expression of nationality was ferocious repression.

In politics, if you drive out the moderates, only the extremists and radicals will be left...

Of course, there is also the problem that the English in particular are basically slow learners. It took them more than 550 years to understand that they'd outlasted their welcome...



UranicString748

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, no battle drum
Did sound its dred tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey's 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 Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the shore of the gray North Sea
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we would 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 Eastertide
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.



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Mairin W

No matter what you say about Sinead O'Conner you can't deny that her voice is just amazing.

Will Janke

@Gearóid Ó Domhnaill Most Muslims aren't extremists, and just want peace...

(It seems like all the extremist ones want to migrate to europe though...)

iain dunbar

@first name She is just a soul searching for peace. She will not find it in any faith. but do not mock her for trying.

John Devereux

@first name what's your point?,expand please

J Mac

These comments are not what I expected, but I’m glad I got them 😂

Dave Bish

@make trt great again you fucking crazy.

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뭘봐 짜샤

This song makes me feel like I'm Irish even though I'm not Irish.

Jordan X Aofie

@Lugh Tuatha De'Dannan salute jesus when you rise

Lugh Tuatha De'Dannan

I'm a Filipino and it makes me rise and also my wife is Irish

PARCE93

The Ardent Paladin Hate when people say “I’m 10% this and 5.2% that and also 17.56% this”. No you’re not. You’re having an identity crisis.

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