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FOGGY DEW Blues Harp Version MY SOUL & MY HEART SING IN MOURNING 1

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Published on Oct 22, 2011

FOGGY DEW MY SOUL & MY HEART SING IN MOURNING 1 engl./german
Peter's own Versin of old Irish Air Song ''FOGGY DEW'' on a blues harp(Harmonica).Contact anamcarairishfolk@yahoo + anamcarairishfolk@web.de
Peter is deaf to 80%.He does not hear his music as you. engl.reduced /german

"FOGGY DEW MY SOUL & MY HEART SING IN MOURNING"
This is not a studio recording.Little hall and delay were directly with Korg device to recording.Peter is deaf to 80 percent and he does not hear his music as you, but he loves the old Irish Air's.But also the new Irish music and Irish pub songs he loves .Peter played in a duo ANAM CARA seven years to 2009 with Anja (Lisa Morisot).Anja then went away from Peter and then you broke the duo "ANAM CARA".
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"FOGGY DEW MY SOUL & MY HEART SING IN MOURNING"
Peters eigene Version des alten Irish Air Songs "FOGGY DEW" auf einer Bluesharp.
Peter ist 80% ertaubt und er hört seine Musik nicht wie du.
Peter gründete das Duo "ANAM CARA" ca. 2003-2004.Seine Partnerein war seine damalige Lebenspartnerin Anja welche diese Musik und die Eigenart sie so zu spielen wie Peter, von ihm lernte.Es war manchesmal sehr schwierig, aber mit großem Angagement und mit der Liebe zur Irish-Scottish-Folk Music schafften sie es einen gemeinsamen Weg zu finden.Anja trennte sich von Peter in Frühjahr 2009 und das kleine Duo "ANAM CARA" wurde von Peter dann aufgelöst.Eine Neuformatierung des Duo "A.C." wurde nach dem ersten Konzert 2010 dann wieder auf's Eis gelegt.Es kann sich nichts wiederholen! Anja arbeitet wohl gelegendlich als Solistin und Peter ist noch als Irish-Underground-Peter+1 im Underground von Berlin (BVG-U.-Bahnhöfe/Metro-Stations) anzutreffen.Öffendliche Auftritte zur Zeit keine.Sein Begleiter Hund Jokerle-Bollermax (†10.12.2009) welcher ihn viele Jahre begleitete und zu "ANAM CARA" gehörte, wie auch sein Vorgänger Charly-Zaubermax1 (†10.10.1996) verstarb dann leider kurz nach Trennung privat und Auflösung des Duo an einem bösartigen Tumor.Seither spielt er nur noch für sich und für seine Erinnerung an seine großartigen Hunde-Freunde "Charly&Jo" seine Irish-Ballads und lebt wieder als abgeschiedener Einzelgänger.Der old Irish-Air-Song "Foggy Dew" ist seinen beiden geliebten Freunden auf vier Pfoten gewidmet.Und auch einem anderem guten Freund 'Jamie Janisch († 12.12.2010) dem Producer der CD-"ANAM CARA" .
Dieser Song hier wurde am Computer mit einem Effektgerät in Slightly-Delay eingespielt.Die Blues-Harp ist eine Lee Oscar-Melody Maker.
Kontakt:anamcarairishfolk@yahoo.de + anamcarairishfolk@web.de
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Txt.1.Version Foggy Dew
When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

One night she came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep.
She laid her head upon my bed
And she began to weep.
She sighed, she cried, she damn near died
She said what shall I do?
So I hauled her into bed and covered up her head
Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew.

So, I am a bachelor, I live with my son
and we work at the weaver's trade.
And every single time that I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
And of the summer, too,
And of the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.

2.Version Foggy Dew
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or 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 over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war
For, '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 sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew

The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew

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