Karaoké The Foggy Dew The Young Dubliners
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'Twas down the glen one
Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
Those armored lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum
No battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out of the foggy dew
Uh
Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
And while Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns sailed out o'er the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our wild geese fly that small nations might be free
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves and the fringe of the great North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
And sure their names we'd keep where the fenians sleep beneath the shroud of the foggy dew
Go
But the bravest fell as the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springtime of the year
And the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight so that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Who bore the fight so that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Might shine through the foggy dew
Might shine through the foggy
Dew
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Rendu célèbre par The Young Dubliners
Auteur-Compositeur : Trad
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Cet enregistrement est une reprise de The Foggy Dew rendu célèbre par The Young Dubliners