Clancy Brothers
The Foggy Dew
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode IThere Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me byNo pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattooBut, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy DewRight proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of warFor, 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El BarAnd from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying throughWhile Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be freeBut, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North SeaOh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera trueTheir graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy DewThe bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clearFor those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the yearAnd the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and trueWho bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew
From Letras Mania