The Foggy Dew

歌詞

It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo But, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war For, 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying through While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew 'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year 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