[ti:The foggy dew] [ar:Sinead O'Connor] [by:yhy7783] [offset:500] [00:15.37]As down the glen one Easter morn [00:24.58]To a city fair rode I, [00:33.25]Their armed lines of marching men [00:41.90]In squadrons passed me by. [00:48.78]No pipe did hum, no battle drum [00:58.18]Did sound its loud tattoo [01:08.98]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey's wells [01:20.36]Rang out in the foggy dew.[01:33.69]Right proudly high in Dublin town [01:38.73]Hung they out a flag of war. [01:44.02]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky [01:49.46]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. [01:54.75]And from the plains of Royal Meath [02:00.27]Strong men came hurrying through; [02:05.70]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns [02:11.05]Sailed in through the foggy dew.[02:27.21]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell [02:32.43]Rang mournfully and clear [02:37.53]For those who died that Easter-tide [02:42.96]In the springing of the year. [02:48.10]While the world did gaze with deep amaze [02:53.46]At those fearless men but few [02:58.61]Who bore the fight that freedom's light [03:03.91]Might shine through the foggy dew.And 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 kneel and pray for you For slavery fled Oh, glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew