Foggy Dew - The Young Dubliners 

When you are about to politely redirect the British holidaymakers outta yer fooking pub, with a barstool...

And back through the glen, I rode again, And my heart with grief was sore. For I parted then, with valiant men, Whom I'll never see no more. But to and fro in my dreams I go. And I kneel and pray for you. For slavery fled those glorious dead When you fell in the foggy dew.

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