Foggy Dew

T’was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
Those armored lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum
No battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o’er the Liffey swells
Rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out a flag of war
It was better to die ‘neath an 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
T’was England bade our wild geese fly
that small nations might be free
Their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
O had they died by Pearse’s side
Or fought with Cathal Bruagh,
Their graves we’ll 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
Spring dawn of the year
And 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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Tekst: Charles O'Neill, 1916
Arrangement: Jakob Dam, 2023

Sang: Jakob Dam
Komposition: Jakob Dam
Instrumenter: Jakob Dam

Software: Cubase 11
Mikrofon: RØDE NT2

Keywords and themes:
Speed cubing, Rubik’s Cube, Feliks Zemdegs, Max Park, Tymon Kolasiński, Jessica Fridrich,
CFOP, Roux, Petrus, ZZ, COLL, Winter variations, Last Layer, DNF