The Foggy Dew-Brier/Cormac O'Moore

[ti:The Foggy Dew] [ar:Brier] [al:The Songs That Shake the Barley - The Ultimate Rebel Collection] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Foggy Dew (迷雾水珠) - Brier/Cormac O'Moore [00:10.90]I was down the glen one Easter morn [00:15.73]To a city fair rode I [00:19.67] [00:20.95]There armed lines of marching men [00:25.68]In squadrons passed me by [00:30.09] [00:31.07]No pipe did hum [00:33.68]No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo [00:41.01]But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells [00:45.98]Rang out in the foggy dew [00:50.36] [00:51.28]Right proudly high in Dublin town [00:56.07]Hung they out a flag of war [01:00.20] [01:01.47]Twas better to die neath that Irish sky [01:06.30]Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar [01:10.49] [01:11.59]And from the plains of Royal Meath [01:16.48]Strong men came hurrying through [01:21.67]While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns [01:26.51]Sailed in through the foggy dew [01:31.29] [01:31.94]Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go [01:36.67]That small nations might be free [01:40.76] [01:41.66]But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves [01:46.75]Or the shore of the Great North Sea [01:51.00] [01:52.10]Oh had they died by Pearse's side [01:56.91]Or fought with Cathal Brugha [02:01.21] [02:02.32]Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep [02:07.17]Neath the shroud of the foggy dew [02:11.06] [02:12.30]And back through the glen [02:14.85]I rode again [02:17.28]And my heart with grief was sore [02:21.47] [02:22.39]For I parted then with valiant men [02:27.28]Whom I never shall see more [02:31.31] [02:32.55]But to and fro in my dreams I go [02:37.30]And I kneel and pray for you [02:42.64]For slavery fled oh glorious dead [02:47.45]When you fell in the foggy dew