[ti:The Foggy Dew]
[ar: The Chieftains]
[00:12.67]the  foggy  dew
[00:15.02]As  down  the  glen  one  Easter  morn
[00:24.68]To  a  city  fair  rode  I,
[00:33.38]There  armed  lines  of  marching  men
[00:42.29]In  squadrons  passed  me  by.
[00:49.79]No  pipe  did  hum,no  battle  drum
[00:58.24]Did  sound  its  loud  tattoo
[01:09.20]But  the  Angelus'bells  o'er  the  Liffey  swells
[01:20.05]Rang  out  in  the  foggy  dew.
[01:33.81]Right  proudly  high  in  Dublin  town
[01:39.16]Hung  they  out  a  flag  of  war.
[01:44.37]'Twas  better  to  die 'neath  an  Irish  sky
[01:49.97]Than  at  Suvla  or  Sud  el  Bar.
[01:55.32]And  from  the  plains  of  Royal  Meath
[02:00.87]Strong  men  came  hurrying  through;
[02:06.12]While  Brittania's  Huns  with  their  long-range  guns
[02:11.25]Sailed  in  through  the  foggy  dew.※※※※※※※※※※
[02:27.66]The  bravest  fell,and  the  requiem  bell
[02:33.06]Rang  mournfully  and  clear
[02:38.21]For  those  who  died  that  Easter-tide
[02:43.66]In  the  springing  of  the  year.
[02:48.86]While  the  world  did  gaze  with  deep  amaze
[02:54.21]At  those  fearless  men  but  few
[02:59.32]Who  bore  the  fight  that  freedom's  light
[03:05.33]Might  shine  through  the  foggy  dew.※※※※※
[03:30.59]And  back  through  the  glen  I  rode  again
[03:45.04]And  my  heart  with  grief  was  sore
[03:54.65]For  I  parted  then  with  valiant  men
[04:04.20]Whom  I  never  shall  see  more
[04:12.50]But  to  and  fro
[04:17.26]In  my  dreams  I  go
[04:21.21]And  I  kneel  and  pray  for  you
[04:31.27]For  slavery  fled
[04:37.97]Oh,glorious  dead
[04:46.82]When  you  fell  in  the  foggy  dew