Foggy Dew

**«Foggy Dew»** (eller «The Foggy Dew») er navnet på flere ballader. 

## Foggy, Foggy Dew

Den eldste versjonen, som også kalles «Foggy, Foggy Dew», er en sorgfull ballade om en ung elsker. Den ble publisert i England omkring 1815, men for de fleste er den kjent gjennom Burl Ives' versjon fra 1940-årene. Ives hevdet at sangen hadde sitt opphav i Amerika i kolonitiden, men det er ikke noen støtte for dette i kildene. Han ble engang arrestert i Mona i Utah for å synge den offentlig, ettersom myndighetene mente den var uanstendig. 

Musikken er en versjon fra slutten av det 18. eller begynnelsen av det 19. århundre av «When I First Came to Court» fra 1689. 

*When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone* 
*I worked at the weaver's trade* 
*And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong* 
*Was to woo a fair young maid.* 
*I wooed her in the wintertime* 
*Part of the summer, too* 
*And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong* 
*Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.* 

*One night she knelt close by my side* 
*When I was fast asleep.* 
*She threw her arms around my neck* 
*And she began to weep.* 
*She wept, she cried, she tore her hair* 
*Ah, me! What could I do?* 
*So all night long I held her in my arms* 
*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 I look into his eyes* 
*He reminds me of that fair young maid.* 
*He reminds me of the wintertime* 
*Part of the summer, too,* 
*And the many, many times that I held her in my arms* 
*Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.* 

En irsk versjon av sangen begynner med linjene:

*When I was a bachelor, airy and young, I followed the roving trade,* 
*And the only harm that ever I did was courting a servant maid*.
*I courted her all summer long, and part of the winter, too*
*And many's the time I rode my love all over the foggy dew.**

[[Axel Schiøtz]], [[tenor]] Herm D. Koppel piano akk. spilte den inn i [[København]] 7. mai 1951. Den ble utgitt på 78-platene [[His Master's Voice]] X&nbsp;8009 og på His Master's Voice A.L.&nbsp;3204. Arrangør var [[Benjamin Britten]].

==Irsk sørgevise==

«Foggy Dew» er også en sørgevise fra Irland, av ukjent datering. Teksten nedenfor er hentet fra 1931-utgaven av *The Home and Community Songbook*.

*Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn* <br />
*As to Shannon's side I return'd at last,* <br />
*And the heart in my breast for the girl I lov'd best* <br />
*Was beating, ah, beating, how loud and fast!* <br />
*While the doubts and the fears of the long aching years* <br />
*Seem'd mingling their voices with the moaning flood:* <br />
*Till full in my path, like a wild water wraith,* <br />
*My true love's shadow lamenting stood.* <br />

*But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel mist* <br />
*Into dancing show'rs of diamond dew,* <br />
*And the dark flowing stream laugh'd back to his beam,* <br />
*And the lark soared aloft in the blue;* <br />
*While no phantom of night but a form of delight* <br />
*Ran with arms outspread to her darling boy,* <br />
*And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast* <br />
*Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy.*

==Påskeopprøret==

En annen sang ved navn «Foggy Dew», også kjent som «Down the Glen», som kanskje har blitt den best kjente for mange, handler om [[påskeopprøret]] i Irland i [[1916]]. Den er attribuert til Charles O'Neill. Det finnes ikke beviser for noen av attribueringene. 

Teksten finnes i en rekke versjoner, og fremføres ofte i forkortet versjon. De fleste av de større irske folkemusikkgruppene har spilt den inn, som [[The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem]], [[The Dubliners]], [[The Chieftains]] (med [[Sinéad O'Connor]] som vokalist), [[Shane MacGowan]], [[The Battering Ram]], og [[Wolfe Tones]].


*As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I* <br />
*There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by* <br />
*No pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound its dread tattoo* <br />
*But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the foggy dew* <br />


*Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war* <br />
*'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud-El-Bar* <br />
*And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through* <br />
*While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew* 


*'T'was England bade our wild geese go, that "small nations might be free";*<br />
*Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea.*<br />
*Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha* <br />
*Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.*


*Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel* <br />
*In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel* <br />
*By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true* <br /> 
*But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds the foggy dew* <br />

 

*Oh the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear* <br />
*For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year* <br />
*And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,* <br /> 
*Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew* <br />


*As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore* <br />
*For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more* <br />
*But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,* <br />
*For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew''. 

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