Foggy Dew

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As 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 bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war.
Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sudel Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew.

But the night fell black and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel
through that leaden hall seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was made that to Ireland her sons would be true
and when morning broke, still the green flag shook out its folds through the Foggy Dew

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide In the springing of their years.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew.

'Twas England bade our wild geese go! That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Valera true,
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

As back through the glenm I rode again and my heart with grief was hung
for I parted then with these gallant men I never would see again
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and I say a prayer for you
For slavery fled, O you gallant dead, when you fell in the foggy dew

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