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Jasper Coal
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The Foggy Dew
Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin town They Flung out the flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through While Brittania's huns with their long range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew Their bravest fell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the Springing of the year Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com While the world did gaze with deep amaze those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that the freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew 'Twas England bade our wild geese go, that 'small nations might be free'; but their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the great North Sea. Ah but had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Collins true Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the foggy dew. Back through the glen I rode again my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I'll never see no more But to and fro in my dreams I go and kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, or a rebel dead, when you fell in the foggy dew. For slavery fled, or a rebel dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.
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