[ti:Foggy Dew]
[ar:The Dubliners]
[al:At Their Best]
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[00:00.00]Foggy Dew - The Dubliners
[00:15.86]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:23.05]To a city fair rode I
[00:28.15]There Armed lines of marching men
[00:34.67]In squadrons passed me by
[00:40.43]No fife did hum nor battle drum
[00:46.49]Did sound it's dread tattoo
[00:52.27]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
[00:58.37]Rang out through the foggy dew
[01:04.11]Right proudly high over Dublin Town
[01:10.39]They hung out the flag of war
[01:16.07]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:22.16]Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
[01:28.03]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:33.89]Strong men came hurrying through
[01:39.45]While Britannia's Huns with their long range guns
[01:45.43]Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:51.03]'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
[01:56.96]That small nations might be free
[02:02.65]But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
[02:08.72]Or the shore of the Great North Sea
[02:14.21]Oh had they died by Pearse's side
[02:19.81]Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[02:25.21]Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
[02:30.78]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:36.34]But the bravest fell and the requiem bell
[02:41.82]Rang mournfully and clear
[02:46.91]For those who died that Easter tide
[02:52.66]In the springing of the year
[02:57.88]And the world did gaze in deep amaze
[03:03.10]At those fearless men but few
[03:08.22]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:14.04]Might shine through the foggy dew