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

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.