|Mission Trails Regional Park encompasses nearly 5,800 acres of both natural and developed recreational acres. Its rugged hills, valleys and open areas represent a San Diego prior to the landing of Cabrillo in San Diego Bay in 1542.|
Centrally located and only eight miles northeast of downtown San Diego, Mission Trails Regional Park provides a quick, natural escape from the urban hustle and bustle.
Mission Trails Regional Park has been called the third Jewel in the City of San Diego Park System. Along with Balboa Park and Mission Bay, it provides San Diego residents and visitors a way to explore the cultural, historical, and recreational aspects of San Diego.
Started in 1974, Mission Trails Regional Park has become one of the largest urban parks in the United States. Originally used by the Kumeyaay, the park is the site of the Old Mission Dam, built to store water for the Mission San Diego de Alcala.
With over 40 miles of trails, boating on Lake Murray, camping at Kumeyaay Lake, numerous informative hikes, and a state-of-the-art Visitor & Interpretive Center, Mission Trails Regional Park has something to offer everyone.
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According to Wikipedia, The song (also sometimes known as “Down the Glen”) has been performed and recorded by most well-known Irish folk groups, including The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem, The Dubliners, The Chieftains with Sinéad O'Connor, Shane MacGowan, and the Wolfe Tones. The song is also played before every set by the Dropkick Murphys and an Irish rock band known as the Young Dubliners have also done a cover. Sinéad O'Connor provided the vocals for a mournful version of the song on the Chieftains' 1995 collaboration album The Long Black Veil. It was also performed by the Italian Epic Metal band Wotan in their second studio album Epos.
The lyrics, which describe the 1916 Easter Rising in Dublin, follow:
The Foggy Dew
As down the glen one Easter morn
Through a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men,
In squadrons did pass me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum,
Did sound out its loud tattoo.
But the angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell,
Rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out the flag of war.
‘Twas far better to die ‘neath an Irish sky,
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of royal Meath,
Brave men came hurrying through,
While Britannia’s Huns with their long-range guns,
Sailed into the foggy dew.
But the night fell black and the rifle’s crack,
Made perfidious Albion reel.
Through that leaden hail seven tongues of flame,
Did shine o’er the lines of steel.
By each shining blade a prayer was said,
That to Ireland her sons would be true,
And when morning broke, still the green flag shook out,
Its folds in the foggy dew.
It was England bade our Wild Geese go,
That small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
On the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side
Or had fought along with brave Cathal Brugha,
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep,
‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell and the requiem knell,
Rang out mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springtime of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and few,
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light,
Might shine through the foggy dew.
As back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then with those gallant men,
I ever will see no more,
And to and fro in my dreams I go,
And I’ll kneel and I’ll say a prayer for you,
For slavery fled, oh you gallant dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew.