Sinead O’Connor – The Foggy Dew lyrics

‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. When Ireland’s line of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound it’s dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell Rang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a 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; While Brittania’s sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew. ‘Twas England bade our wild geese go… Read More

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