The Rebellion From 1916, by Clancy Brothers, Robbie O'Connell |
The Rebellion From 1916, by Clancy Brothers, Robbie O'Connell |
Fionas |
Nov 20 2003, 07:18 PM
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Lonely soul, Ocean soul Group: Cairde Posts: 367 Joined: 4-July 03 Member No.: 65 |
does anybody have the lyrics? :rolleyes:
I know its a Medley, they're playing "soldiers of the rearguard", "foggy dew" and "whack fol the diddle" I'm searching for the complete lyrics with the speaking <_< thx and cu Fionas |
Sean |
Nov 25 2003, 10:53 AM
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Russian-Irish Group: Cairde Posts: 371 Joined: 10-April 03 From: Moscow, Russia Member No.: 17 |
Which of the Foggy Dew do you mean?
The Foggy Dew (traditional) When I was a bachelor, airy and young I followed the roving trade And the only harm that ever I've done Was courting a servant young maid I courted her all Summer long And part of the Winter too But many's the time I roved my love All over the foggy dew, dew, dew All over the foggy dew. One night as I lay in my bed A taking a pleasant sleep This pretty young maid she came to me And bitterly she did weep She tore her hair and she wrung her hands Saying: "Oh, what shall I do? For tonight I resolved to sleep with you For fear of the foggy dew, dew, dew All over the foggy dew." All in the first part of that night We rolled in sport and play And in the latter part of that night She in my arms did lay And when broad daylight did appear She cried: "I am undone" "Oh, hold your tongue, you silly young girl For the foggy dew is gone, gone, gone For the foggy dew is gone." "Supposing you should have a child It would make you laugh and smile And suppose you had another one It would make you think a while And suppose you have another one And another one or two It would make you leave off those foolish young tricks And think on the foggy dew, dew, dew All over the foggy dew." I loved that girl with all my heart She's as dear as my lovely life But in the latter part of the year She became another man's wife But I never told him of her faults And I'm damned if ever I'll do But many's the time as she winks and smiles I think on the foggy dew, dew, dew All over the foggy dew. OR: The Foggy Dew '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 its 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 That small nations might be free. Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea. But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Gathal Bruga, Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the hills of the foggy dew. The bravest fell, and the solemn 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 and true Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew. |