Foggy Dew Lyrics

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
Where Armed lines of proud marching men
In squadrons passed me by

No fife did hum nor battle drum
Did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town
They hoisted the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
And small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the shore of the Great North Sea

Oh, had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell as the requiem bell
Sang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide
In the springtime 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
Would shine through the foggy dew

Oh, back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with those valiant men
Whom I never shall see more

But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew

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