What is Conor McGregor’s walkout music for his fight with Cowboy at UFC 246 tonight?
The Irishman always walks out to the same two songs
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It’s one of the most recognisable walkout songs in combat sports.
Or rather – two of the most recognisable walkout songs.
Because Conor McGregor always walks out to the same mash-up of two very familiar pieces of music, which blend his Irish heritage with his fighting nickname.
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The first is Sinead O’Connor’s version of the famous Irish ballad ‘Foggy Dew’, a song which chronicles the Easter Uprisings of 1916, and encourages Irishmen to fight for the cause of Ireland, rather than the British Empire.
The second is a stone cold hip-hop classic: ‘Hypnotize’ by the American rapper The Notorious B.I.G.
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Foggy Dew lyrics:
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
'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the shore of the gray North Sea
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with 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 bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
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