Sinead O'Connor/Chieftains: "The Foggy Dew"

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Easter-tide

In the springing of the year.

And the world did gaze with deep amaze

At those fearless men but few

Who bore the fight that freedom's light

Might shine through the foggy dew.

--from "The Foggy Dew "