"The 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 fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung they out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And 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
The bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And 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 n'more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and I pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
When you feld in the foggy dew
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung they out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And 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
The bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And 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 n'more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and I pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew
When you feld in the foggy dew
Thanks to IchDuErSieEs43 for adding these lyrics.
