Lyrics - The Foggy Dew by Chieftains

I was down the glen one
Easter morn
To a city fair rode
I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo.
But the
Angelus
Bells o'er the
Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in
Dublin town
Hung they out a flag of war.'
Twas better to die 'neath that
Irish skythan at
Sulva or
Sud el
Bar.
And from the plains of
Royal
Meathstrong men came hurrying through
While
Brittania's huns with their long range gunssailed in through the foggy dew.
Their bravest fell and the requiem bellrang mournfully and clear
For those who died that
Eastertide in thespringing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amazeat those fearless men but few.
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
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 valiant men
Whom
I never shall see n'more.
But to and fro in my dreams
I go
And
I kneel and pray for you.
For slavery fled the glorious deadwhen you fell in the foggy dew.
Submitted by
C.
Neill

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