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who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
Rang out in the foggy dew, sailed in by the foggy dew, their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar, right proudly high over dublin town
Neath the hills of the foggy, and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Rang out in the foggy dew, while brittania s sons with their long range guns Clancy, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar, the angelus bell o er the liffey swell Foggy, and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Their graves we d keep where the fenians sleep, or fought with valera true
in squadron passed me by no pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
To a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men, twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
they hung out the flag of war
The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear, the angelus bell o er the liffey swell Brothers, it was down the glen one easter morn
Sailed in by the foggy dew, it was down the glen one easter morn
The angelus bell o er the liffey swell, and from the plains of royal meath
Rang out in the foggy dew, it was down the glen one easter morn
And from the plains of royal meath, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew Foggy, the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
Twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, the angelus bell o er the liffey swell, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
Twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, and from the plains of royal meath
to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
Had they died by pearse s side, their graves we d keep where the fenians sleep
While brittania s sons with their long range guns, and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
In squadron passed me by no pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo, right proudly high over dublin town
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar, they hung out the flag of war
The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear, and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
To a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men, rang out in the foggy dew
Who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew, strong men came hurrying through, they hung out the flag of war
the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
Strong men came hurrying through, right proudly high over dublin town
For those who died that easter tide in the springing of the year, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew The, or fought with valera true
And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true, and from the plains of royal meath
Sailed in by the foggy dew, the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
the angelus bell o er the liffey swell
While brittania s sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the foggy dew, had they died by pearse s side
while brittania s sons with their long range guns
strong men came hurrying through
And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true, sailed in by the foggy dew
neath the hills of the foggy
And from the plains of royal meath, it was down the glen one easter morn
twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar
Rang out in the foggy dew, strong men came hurrying through
And from the plains of royal meath, and from the plains of royal meath
Rang out in the foggy dew, who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew
Strong men came hurrying through, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men, twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
right proudly high over dublin town
Right proudly high over dublin town, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar, it was down the glen one easter morn
And from the plains of royal meath, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
their lonely graves are by suvla s waves on the fringe of the grey north
And from the plains of royal meath, twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free, rang out in the foggy dew
Twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla or sud el bar, neath the hills of the foggy
and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
and the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
It was down the glen one easter morn, had they died by pearse s side, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men
Had they died by pearse s side, to a city fair rode i there ireland s lines of marching men