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Sinead O'Connor & the Chieftains- The Foggy Dew

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13MQFCfCYdQ

birkaç bilgi alıntıdır...

çanakkale savaşını çok güzel anlatan geleneksel irlanda şarkısı. çanakkalede ölmüş irlandalı askerler anısına yazılmış oldukça objektif ve savaş karşıtı bir şarkı. irandalıların ne kadar bilinçli olduğunu bana göstermiş kendilerini ayrıca sevmemi sağlamıştır. başka bir versiyonu daha var ama neredeyse aynı.

as down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their 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 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.

The bravest fell, 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.

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 more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew

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one easter morn, down through the glen, to a city fair rode i.
there armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.
no fife did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
but the angelus bell o'er the liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew.

right proudly high over dublin town they flung up a flag of war
for 'twas better to die 'neath an irish sky than to fall on a foreign shore.
and from the plains of loyal meath, brave men came hurrying through
but britannia's sons, with their long-range guns, shot them down in the foggy dew.

'twas england bade our wild geese go, that small nations might be free
and their lonely graves lie by suvla's waves, on the fringes of a distant sea.
oh, had they died by connolly's side or fought with paddy pearse, too,
then their graves we would keep where the fenians sleep in the shroud of the foggy dew.

the night hung black and the rifle's crack made perfidious albion reel
and over the main, seven tongues of flame did shine on the lines of steel.
by each shining blade, a prayer was prayed 'toward ireland her sons be true'
and when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew.

the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
for all who died that eastertide in the springtime of the year.
and the world did gaze in great amaze at those valiant men but few
who fought the fight that freedom's light might shine thro' the foggy dew.

back to the glen i went again, though my heart with grief was sore
for i parted there with some gallant men that i never will see any more.
but to and fro in my dreams i'll go - and i'll watch and pray over you -
for slavery has fled, o you rebel dead, since you died in the foggy dew.

---

Easter Rising


Foggy Dew

Instrumental version performed by Dancing Willow, featuring the viola da gamba and the low whistle
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Another song called “Foggy Dew” was written by Canon Charles O’Neill, a parish priest of Kilcoo and later Newcastle, County Down, in 1919.[2]
The music is from a manuscript that was in possession of Kathleen Dallat of Ballycastle[disambiguation needed ]. That manuscript gives Carl Hardebeck as the arranger.[3]
This song chronicles the Easter Uprising of 1916, and encourages Irishmen to fight for the cause of Ireland, rather than for the British, as so many young men were doing in World War I.
The Foggy Dew needs to be seen against the political background in Ireland in the aftermath of the Easter Rising and World War I.
As Keith Jeffery, Professor of Modern History at the University of Ulster, pointed out,[4] approximately 210,000 Irishmen joined up and served in the British forces during the war.
This created mixed feelings for many Irish people, particularly for those with nationalist sympathies. While they broadly supported the British war effort, they also felt that one of the moral justifications for the war, "the freedom of small nations" like Belgium and Serbia, should also be applied to Ireland, which at that time was under British rule.
In 1916, a radical group of Irish separatists led by James Connolly and Patrick Pearse decided to take advantage of the fact that Britain was pre-occupied by the war and stage a rebellion. In what became known as the Easter Rising, the rebels seized some of the major buildings in Dublin including the General Post Office.
The rebellion was quickly put down by British forces but the rebellion and, perhaps more importantly, the execution of the leaders that followed, marked a turning point for many Irish people.
Some had opposed the action of the rebels but, as Prof Jeffery points out,[5] the public revulsion at the executions added to the growing sense of alienation from the British Government.
Canon O'Neill was reflecting this sense of alienation when he wrote The Foggy Dew. In 1919, he[6] attended the first sitting of the new Irish Parliament, known as the Dail. The names of the elected members were called out, but many were absent. Their names were answered by the reply "faoi ghlas ag na Gaill" which means "locked up by the foreigner".
It had a profound effect on O'Neill and he went home and wrote the Foggy Dew. The song tells the story of the Easter Rising but more importantly, it tries to reflect the thoughts of many Irish nationalists at the time who had come to believe that the Irishmen who fought for Britain during the war should have stayed home and fought for Irish independence instead.
O'Neill sums up this feeling in the lines: ‘Twas far better to die ‘neath an Irish sky,Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar."

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