The Foggy Dew
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 pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells
Rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in dublin Town
They flung 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 Britannia's huns with their great big 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 had fought with Cathal Brugha
Theri names we'd 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 springtime of the year
While 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
Ah, 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
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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