Foggy Dew

[01:30.32] It was down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
[01:35.76] There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
[01:42.90] And no fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
[01:49.39] But the Angelus bell over the Liffey swell rang in through the foggy dew
[02:08.25] Right proudly high in Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
[02:14.68] It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
[02:21.00] And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
[02:27.25] While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
[02:47.14] 'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
[02:52.54] But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
[02:59.84] Oh, have they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
[03:06.14] Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[03:27.88] But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
[03:40.44] For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
[03:54.01] And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
[04:06.67] Who bore the fight so freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
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