Young Dubliners - Foggy Dew lyrics

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'Twas down the glen one Easter morn

to a city fair rode I

Those armoured lines of marching men

in squadrons passed me by

No pipe did hum nor battle drum

did sound it's dread tattoo

But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell

rang out of the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town

lay hung 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 the Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns

sailed out o'er the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go

that small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves

On the fringe of the Great North Sea

Oh, had they died by Pearse's side

or fought with Cathal Brugha

Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep

'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

But the bravest fell as the requiem bell

rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Eastertide

in the spring time of the year

And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,

at those fearless men, but few

Who bore the fight so that freedom's light

might shine through the foggy dew

Who bore the fight so that freedom's light

might shine through the foggy dew

might shine through the foggy dew

And back through the glen I rode again

and my heart with grief was sore

for I parted then with dying men

whom I never will so no more

but to and fro' in my dreams I go

and I kneel and pray for you

for slavery fled the glorious dead

when you fell in the foggy dew

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