The Foggy Dew • Derek Warfield & the Young Wolfe Tones • 2024 New Jersey Irish Festival

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  • čas přidán 9. 06. 2024
  • Renowned Irish folk / rebel band Derek Warfield & the Young Wolfe Tones cover "The Foggy Dew," written by Fr (later Canon) Charles O’Neill (1887-1963). The lyrics of "The Foggy Dew" laments the Easter Rising of 1916, and encourages Irishmen to fight for the cause of Ireland, rather than for the British Empire, as so many young men were doing in World War I.
    Derek Warfield has been responsible for the preservation of the tradition of Irish ballad singing over the past 55 years. The story of Ireland continues with his valued ambassadors that comprise his Young WolfeTones.
    Musicians in this performance include Derek Warfield [lead vocals], Andreas Durkin, Eddie Kane, Brent Hopper and Dan Foster.
    Recorded live Sunday June 9th in Oceanport, NJ at the 52nd New Jersey Irish Festival at Monmouth Raceway. 2024 RadiantLlamaCinema.
    Lyrics:
    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
    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
    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
    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
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