The Foggy Dew
Carlos Nuñez Lyrics
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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 its 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
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 the glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
The Foggy Dew is a song that tells the story of the Easter Rising of 1916, which was an armed uprising in Ireland against the British rule. The song is set in Dublin, where the singer came across a parade of marching men armed for war on his way to a city fair. The parade was done in silence, with no pipes or battle drums, but the ringing of Angelus Bells over the Liffey River in the background. The singer reflects on his desire to be with the brave men fighting for Ireland's freedom under a flag of war than to die under the British rule in Sulva or Sud el Bar.
The song describes the battle between the Irish and the British, and it acknowledges the bravery of the men who fought for freedom, even though the odds were against them. The lyrics touch upon the sorrow of losing valiant men in the battle, leaving the singer with a longing for their return, kneeling and praying for their souls. The song ends on a note of victory with the defeat of slavery as the glorious dead fell in the foggy dew.
The Foggy Dew provides insight into Ireland's political and historical past, and it reflects on the cost of fighting for freedom. The song remains relevant decades after it was written, inspiring many people to continue the fight for freedom against oppression worldwide.
Line by Line Meaning
I was down the glen one Easter morn
I was walking through the valley one Easter morning
To a city fair rode I
And rode towards a city that was holding a fair
There armed lines of marching men
There were groups of armed men marching
In squadrons passed me by
And they passed by me in groups
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
There was no music playing, no drums beating
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew
But the church bells rang loudly in the morning fog over the river Liffey
Right proudly high in Dublin town
There was a flag of war hanging high in Dublin
Hung they out a flag of war
And they put up a flag representing their readiness for war
'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky
They thought it was better to die under the Irish sky
Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar
Rather than dying in Sulva or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Soldiers from the plains of Royal Meath came to join
Strong men came hurrying through
And they came quickly and with strength
While Brittania's huns with their long range guns
Meanwhile, Britain's enemy troops, with long-range guns,
Sailed in through the foggy dew
Entered, sailing through the foggy dew
Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
Their bravest men fell and the bell rang for them
Rang mournfully and clear
The bell rang with sadness and clarity
For those who died that Eastertide in the Springing of the year
For those who died in the Easter period in the year's beginning
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
The world watched in awe
At those fearless men but few
At those few fearless men
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Who carried the fight to bring freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
So that it may shine through the foggy dew
And back through the glen
And back through the valley,
I rode again
I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
And my heart was filled with sorrow
For I parted then with valiant men
Because I said goodbye to brave men
Whom I never shall see n'more
That I will never see again
But to and fro in my dreams I go
But in my dreams I go back and forth
And I kneel and pray for you
And I kneel and pray for them
For slavery fled the glorious dead
Because slavery disappeared when the brave men passed away
When you fell in the foggy dew
When you fell in the foggy dew
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allan rhead
The Foggy Dew
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 pipes did hum, no battle drum, did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in 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 Britannia’s huns with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that eastertide in the springtime 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
Ah, 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 kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
As far as I can decypher, these are the words that are sung. The version that I know has six verses, Sinead sings the first two and the last two. My personal favourite is sung by Luke Kelly. Though anything that Luke did was immaculate. Síochain, Peace.
TANACHAN K
It is magnificent!
Marlene Sullivan
SO MUCH FEELINGS IN THE SONG. THX SINEAD 💗xx
Gabriele Cini
<3 <3 <3
dawn
wundervoll, love it
leonard turner
fantastic Sinead
Gillian Reilly
Beautiful u are so sing all day Sinead love you with hugs
aurweon
Can someone put the lyrics in the comments?
allan rhead
The Foggy Dew
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 pipes did hum, no battle drum, did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in 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 Britannia’s huns with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that eastertide in the springtime 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
Ah, 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 kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
As far as I can decypher, these are the words that are sung. The version that I know has six verses, Sinead sings the first two and the last two. My personal favourite is sung by Luke Kelly. Though anything that Luke did was immaculate. Síochain, Peace.
A V
@allan rhead Thank you. I believe the lyric is “loud tattoo” not “dread tattoo.”
Lucas Lelièvre
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