Name: The Foggy Dew
Duration: 1 min 30 s
Channel: Traditional
Description: Free MP3 download! Licensing options are available for this track. Irish Revolutionary Tune. Can be played as either an air or a march. In my opinion, it sounds better as an Air, and that's definately reflected in my recording.

The Foggy Dew

Bartholomew Klick

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Irish Revolutionary Tune. Can be played as either an air or a march. In my opinion, it sounds better as an Air, and that's definately reflected in my recording.

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Bartholomew Klick

Military Songs, Outlaw Songs, Bar Songs and Sea Shanteys.

I play woodwinds; Recorder, Pennywhistle and Fife. I'm saving up for a low whistle. I am completely self taught and I ussually play by ear, though I can read sheet music if I feel like it. I'm actually looking for a band to join, so if any of you hear something you like, feel free to contact me.

Song Info

Genre

World • Traditional Irish

Charts

Peak #361

Peak in subgenre #14

Author

Traditional

Rights

2005 - Bartholomew Klick

Uploaded

April 19, 2006

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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:30

Lyrics

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.

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