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Foggy Dew Lyrics

THE FOGGY DEW

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn', to a city fair rode I
There armored bands of marching men, in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum, did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus Bells, o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in Foggy Dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out their flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky, than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
And the from the plains of royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew

O, the night fell black and the rifles crack made "Perfidious Abion" reel
´Mid the leaden rail, 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 be true,
and when morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold in the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our wild geese go, that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves, or the fringe of the great North Sea
O, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep, where 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 Easter tide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men but men
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew
Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then, with valiant men, whom I never shall see more
But to and fro, in my dreams I go, I'll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the Foggy Dew

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn', to a city fair rode I
There armored bands of marching men, in squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum, did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus Bell, o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in Foggy Dew
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