Foggy Dew
Traditional

I was down by the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons pass me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum
Did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell, o'er Liffey's swell
Rang out through 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
And from the planes of Royal Meath,
many men came in cutting through
Where we'd dug a trench,
for the grave defense
And they fell in to the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the liberty bell,
rang mournfully and clear
For those that died that Eastertide,
In the springtime of the year
As the world did gaze in deep amaze,
at those proud men but few
Who bore the fight that Freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.

Then back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with some valiant men,
I never shall see more
And through and through my dreams I go,
and I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fall into the foggy dew
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fall into the foggy dew