Gray fog over Dublin

Lyrics

There’s a gray fog over Dublin of the curses
It blinds my eyes, mavrone, and stops my breath
And I travel slow that once could run the swiftest
And I fear ere I meet Mauryeen, I’ll meet Death

There’s a gray fog over Dublin of the curses
And a gray fog dogs my footsteps as they go
And its long and sore to tread, the road to Connaught
Is it fault of brogues or feet I fare so slow ?

There’s a gray fog over Dublin of the curses
But the Connaught wind will blow it from my way
And a Connaught girl will kiss it from my memory
If the Death that walks beside me will delay

There’s a gray fog over Dublin of the curses
And no wind comes to break its stillness deep
And a Connaught-man lies on the road to Connaught
And Mauryeen will not kiss him from his sleep


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Dublin


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