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 fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.
Posted by Matt at 8/15/2009 2:25 AM 
Categories: Your Evening's Entertainemt
Tags: Irish Rebel Music The Foggy Dew Sinead O'Connor The Chieftains
Categories: Your Evening's Entertainemt
Tags: Irish Rebel Music The Foggy Dew Sinead O'Connor The Chieftains
A right fine poem,it is.
I wonder,though has anyone wrote
a poem of how They came to take
The Slaves? Eye! The Irish suffered
can we all agree on That? But
can someone be damned more than
To put your own kin to chains? Did YOU?
Did YOU? tell Me now look into my eyes
did you sell another mans soul? Did Yu take the gold? You did. ya know ya did. fore gold and crown ya sold yer people down. ya did. There are certain people in this world who enjoy being victims. the Irish are one of those. Jesus Christ it's a tiny place where no one can agree on anything.And what do they want? No one can tell because they won't stop shooting each other long enough
to talk in real sentences. Personally,I think we should give em all guns and we'll come back in ten years.Then those left standing might be ready to talk.
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Here's a real good concept- Give all the countries who hate each other tha best weapons money can buy. Then,button up the contry and let um have at it. get it all out. Blast your hate to kingdom come. Then when the smoke clears,the smart ones who kept thier head down might start to put stuff back to gether. You wanna blast someone you don't even know? You wanna kill cuz someone tol you so? OK Cool. Blast away.Cool I say. get it outa your system Chuck. Then let the sweet heads take over. I'm not sayin'. I'm jest sayin'.
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'Twas a miracle They say
The boys! They put ther guns away!
Could it be better The generals roared
The boys answered We ain't your whores!
Along the line A party begun
No one Not one aimed a gun
Want some tea? A bit of rum?
'Back to war!' The officers cried
Back home the widows sighed
The children played as one
One had a toy gun Another had none.
Is it Glory you wish to become
And rit up in an old poem?
I prefer to live and grow old
with my chums
You want to kill and gain glory?
I'll stay here,thanks. Sorry.
Come on Lads! We'll live forever in a song!
I'm fine here Now be gone
Over that hill far away
I have Nothing left to say Except
I will wait for your return
Your bones I will inturn
Ever after when i hear the winds moan
I'll be reminded I am alone
You went over that hill for Glory
Your life is a short story That
I will tell To no one They're all gone
I sit by myself I am Alone
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your article is so informative and interesting. nice shared.
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