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I walked alone in foggy dew Just me and my memories A voice out seaward beckons thru A whistle of love for me, for me A whistle of love for me. T'was two moons 'go her father stole My love away from me Arranged to wed a soldier red My love's gone 'cross the sea, the sea M...
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Their names we will 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 springing of the year And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but ...
Burl Ives "The Foggy Foggy Dew": When I was a bachelor I lived all alone I worked at the weaver's trade And the only, only thing that...
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. ...
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son We work at the weaver's trade And every single time that I look into his eyes He reminds me of that fair young maid He reminds me of the wintertime ...
And the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Easter-tide 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 ...