Foggy Dew Lyrics

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair road 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 and the liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dewRight proudly high o'er Dublin town, they flung out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky then at Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came a-hurrying through
While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns sailed in through the
foggy dewBut the night fell black, the rifle crack made "Prefidious Albion" reel
'Mid the leaden rain seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of
steel.
By every blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the
foggy dewBut the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died at Eastertide at the sprining of the year.
The world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew