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• Artiste: Santiano
• Titre: The Foggy Dew
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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 tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung they 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 The bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year 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 n'more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and I pray for you For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew When you feld in the foggy dew