A great rendition. Truly. Though to say this is the best version, surely discredits the original artist. An artist who truly embodied the Irish plight and dedicated his life to bringing it to the forefront of people's minds.
I miss your meaning, this version sounds damn fine. As part of an exiled family, it hits hard to hear that my Nana's brother died for nothing at Anzac, Richard Quigley, his cousin also, blown to bits in the USS Maine in Havana harbour,. Put yourself in the shoes of my uncles, 12 children, Da took off to Sydney town in 1895 , my nana was 3 years old. Those boys took any work they could.. Irishmen have fought their wars and enforced their laws, at the point of a bayonet enscribed 'starvation' Sir , take time to read what your kinsman had to say, in colony of Victoria, a letter to all, 'jerilderie letter ' Edward Kelly. Victorian Heavyweight boxing champion, (undefeated at time of death) age 19 he won that. Because sir, if you're good enough, you are old enough. Slainte
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 Bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out through the foggy dew. Right proudly high o'er Dublin town They hung out the 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 Huns with their long range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew. Oh the night fell black, and the rifle's crack Made perfidious Albion reel 'Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame Did shine o'er the lines of steel. By each shining blade a prayer was said That to Ireland her sons be true And when morning broke, still the war flag shook Out its folds in 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 Or the shores of the great North Sea. Oh, had they died by Pearse's side Or had fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew. But the bravest fell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the Springtime 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. 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 no 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. For slavery fled, O glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew.
This is wonderful version. Less can be more. Thank you.
A great rendition. Truly.
Though to say this is the best version, surely discredits the original artist.
An artist who truly embodied the Irish plight and dedicated his life to bringing it to the forefront of people's minds.
Erin Go Bragh 🇮🇪
This is brilliant thank you!
God Save Ireland 🇮🇪
Said the heroes
Best version I’ve ever heard
Rare?! 😄
Luke Kelly is the only man that could sing this song.
This is not Luke Kelly lol
@@epicdudesproduction Exactly
@@epicdudesproduction you obviously dont get what he meant
I miss your meaning, this version sounds damn fine.
As part of an exiled family, it hits hard to hear that my Nana's brother died for nothing at Anzac, Richard Quigley, his cousin also, blown to bits in the USS Maine in Havana harbour,.
Put yourself in the shoes of my uncles, 12 children, Da took off to Sydney town in 1895 , my nana was 3 years old. Those boys took any work they could..
Irishmen have fought their wars and enforced their laws, at the point of a bayonet enscribed 'starvation'
Sir , take time to read what your kinsman had to say, in colony of Victoria, a letter to all, 'jerilderie letter ' Edward Kelly.
Victorian Heavyweight boxing champion, (undefeated at time of death) age 19 he won that.
Because sir, if you're good enough, you are old enough.
Slainte
@@Liarson you obviously can sit on this and spin hoss 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻
name of the singer?
Anglobard
do you have the lyric???
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 Bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high o'er Dublin town
They hung out the 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 Huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Oh the night fell black, and the rifle's crack
Made perfidious Albion reel
'Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel.
By each shining blade a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke, still the war flag shook
Out its folds in 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
Or the shores of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
Or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the
Springtime 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.
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 no 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.
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew.
@@TheWhydoesthis thanks 😊
I Don't Recognize This Version. Only IrishMarxist's One.
Yes, its called a "cover".
No, I Meant I Don't Recognize THIS VERSION OF THE DAMN SONG, IRISHMARXIST DID IT FIRST
@@The_Syndicalist_Gamer No, Irish Marxist did not write the foggy dew.
@@Eyeling I Know. His VIDEO OF IT. LIKE, THE MUSIC. I KNOW. IT ISN'T. HIS. I JUST WANTED TO SAY HIS VIDEO WAS BETTER
@@The_Syndicalist_Gamerbro young wolfe tones is the worst
Ur no shinade sorry
While hers not orig either..yes..i agree her Passion and Emotion..Like Thunder and Lightning
It's spelt Sinead.