The Foggy Dew Lyrics

The Foggy Dew lyrics

Twas down the glen one Easter morn 

 To a city fair rode I. 

 When Ireland´s line of marching men 

 In squadrons passed me by. 

   No pipe did hum, no battle drum 

   Did sound its dread tattoo 

   But the Angelus bell o´er the Liffey´s swell 

   Rang out in the foggy dew. 

  

 Right proudly high over Dublin town 

 They hung out a 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 Brittania´s sons with their long-range guns 

   Sailed in from the foggy dew. 

  

 ´Twas England bade our wild geese go 

 That small nations might be free. 

 Their lonely graves are by Suvla´s waves 

 On the fringe of the grey North Sea. 

   But had they died by Pearse´s side 

   Or fought with Gathal Bruga, 

   Their graves we´d keep where the Fenians sleep 

   ´Neath the hills of the foggy dew. 

  

 The bravest fell, and the solemn bell 

 Rang mournfully and clear 

 For those who died that Eastertide 

 In the springing of the year. 

   And the world did gaze in deep amaze 

   At those fearless men and true 

   Who bore the fight that freedom´s light 

   Might shine through the foggy dew