Song 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 pipes did hum no bottle drum, did sounds its loud tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Lifey swell 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
Anf from the plains of Foyal 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, the rifles crack made "Perfidious Albion" real
'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 teir 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
Their names we'd deep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully dand clear,
For those who died that watertide 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 to the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore dead when you fell in the foggy dew.
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 pry for you
For slavery fled O glorious

J Baird, Traditional, Pd Traditional

The duration of The Foggy Dew is 4:52 minutes and seconds.