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 pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo

But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town hung they out the flag of war

'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through

While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

Oh the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time 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

As back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore

For I parted then with valiant men whom I'll never shall see'n more

But to and fro in my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for you

For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew