In the foggy dew (Anonymous, set by H. Loomis) (The Lied and Art Song Texts Page: Texts and Translations to Lieder, mélodies, canzoni, and other classical vocal music)


A splendid place is London, with its golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew.
The sun he shines all day here, so fierce and fine,
With ne'er a wisp of mist at all to dim his shine;
The sun, he shines all day here from skies of blue,
But he hides his face in Ireland in the foggy dew.
The maids go out to milking in the pastures gray;
The sky is green and golden at the dawn of day,
And in the deep-drenched meadows the hay lies new,
And the corn is turning yellow in the foggy dew.
Mavrone!  if I might feel now the dew upon my face,
And the wind from the mountains in that remembered place,
I'd give the wealth of London if mine it were to do,
And I'd travel home to Ireland and the foggy dew.

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Anonymous/Unidentified Artist

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Harvey Worthington Loomis (1865-1930)

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