She’s a weird chick. But this is a compelling version of the song.
It’s about Ireland’s war for independence from the Brits.
Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore
the Foggy Dew
For I parted with those valiant men whom I’ll never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
I’m tearing up listening to this. Why? I’m a dipshit American with Irish Grandparents.
Can anyone even write like this anymore?
Inspected By Pat 