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The Foggy Dew - Anne Byrne & Jesse Owens

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Pubblicato il 16 mar 2008

Anne Byrne, website

Anne Byrne & Jesse Owens singing 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 loud tatoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they flung out a 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 great big guns, sailed in through
the Foggy Dew.

O the night fell black and the rifles' crack made ""Perfidious Albion"" reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel;
By each shining blade, a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold in 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 or the fringe of the Great
North Sea
O had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with James Connolly too,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the
Foggy Dew.

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