The Foggy Dew (with Sinéad O'Connor)

As 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 its loud tattoo
 But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells
 Rang out in the foggy dew
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 Right proudly high in Dublin town
 Hung they out a 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
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 Their bravest fell and the requiem bell
 Rang mournfully and clear
 For those who died that Eastertide in the
 Springing of the year
 While the world did gaze with deep amaze
 At those fearless men but few
 Who bore the fight that freedom's light
 Might shine through the foggy dew
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 And back through the glen, I rode again
 And my heart with grief was sore
 For I parted then with valiant men
 Whom I never shall see n'more
 But to and fro in my dreams I go
 And I kneel and pray for you
 For slavery fled, O glorious dead
 When you fell in the foggy dew