Sinead O\'Connor&the Chieftains - The Foggy Dew - WalKnDude - www.planetnetopia.comAs down the glen one Easter morn\nTo a city fair rode I,\nTheir armed lines of marching men\nIn squadrons passed me by.\nNo pipe did hum, no battle drum\nDid sound its loud tattoo\nBut the Angelus\' bells o\'er the Liffey swells\nRang out in the foggy dew.\n\nRight proudly high in Dublin town\nHung they out aflag of war.\n\'Twas better to die \'neath an Irish sky\nThan at Suvla or Sud el Bar.\nAnd from the plains of Royal Meath\nStrong men came hurrying through;\nWhile Brittania\'s Huns with their long-range guns\nSailed in through the foggy dew.\n\nThe bravest fell, and the requiem bell\nRang mournfully and clearFor those who died that Easter-tide\nIn the springing of the year.\nWhile the world did gaze with deep amaze\nAt those fearless men but few\nWho bore the fight that freedom\'s light\nMight shine through the foggy dew.\n\nAnd back through the glen I rode again\nAnd my heart with grief was sore\nFor I parted then with valiant men\nWhom I never shall see more\nBut to and fro\nIn my dreams I go\nAnd I kneel and pray for youFor slavery fledOh, glorious deadWhen you fell in the foggy dew Chieftains, Dew, Foggy, O'Connor, Sinead, The, WalKnDude