Raise a pint and sing quietly with me...Theh Foggy Dew

[ourbluenation]

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.

[neweurope]

1. I did sing, and here's to you and to Ireland and it's long struggle!

I'll be going back there in June... I fell in love with the country two years ago.

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Remember Fallujah

Bush to The Hague!

[ourbluenation]

2. Thanks. I love that song and I love my Ireland.

enjoy your visit in June!

[Warpy]

3. This is the one day of the year

when I might sing along to "Four Green Fields."

The rest of the year, it's "The Old Maid in the Garret."

[ourbluenation]

4. four green fields...each of them a jewel!

[roguevalley]

5. shlainte

forgive if the spelling isn't right. love Ireland. I wish I were sitting on the grass at the Rock of Cashel, looking out over Tipperary. Heaven on earth.