A requiem..

Ah, 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'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew...

"The Foggy Dew"



Sinead O'Conner and The Chieftains