Foggy dew

As down the glen one Easter morn
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 dred tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the 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 theirlong-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew

Dirty old town

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I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop…

My Bonnie lies over the ocean

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My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me

My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
Well, my Bonnie lies over the ocean
Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me

Yeah bring back, ah bring back
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me to me (to me)
(Ah bring) Oh bring back, ah bring back
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me

Morning has broken

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W:Morning has broken like the first morning.
W:Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
W:Praise for the singing, praise for the morning.
W:Praise for the spring-ing fresh from the Word.
W:
W:Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven.
W:Like the first dew fall on the first grass.
W:Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden.
W:Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
W:
W:Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
W:Born of the one light Eden saw play.
W:Praise with elation, praise every morning.
W:God's re-creation of the new day.