The Foggy Dew

Intro: verse 1: As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I When Ireland's lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipes did hum and no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out in the Foggy Dew verse 2: Right proudly high over Dublin Town, they hung out the flag of war For '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 Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in from the Foggy Dew verse 3: 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the grey North Sea But had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Valera true Their graves we'd keep where our Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew verse 4: Now, the bravest fell and the sullen 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