Foggy Dew

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 fife did hum nor battle drum
 Did sound it's dread tattoo
 But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
 Rang out through the foggy dew
 Right proudly high over Dublin Town
 They hung out the flag of war
 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
 Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
 And from the plains of Royal Meath
 Strong men came hurrying through
 While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
 Sailed in through the foggy dew
 'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
 That small nations might be free
 But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
 Or the shore of the Great North Sea
 Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
 Or fought with Cathal Brugha
 Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
 But the bravest fell, and the requiem 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, but few
 Who bore the fight that freedom's light
 Might shine through the foggy dew
 Oh, 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 more
 But to and fro in my dreams I go
 And I'd kneel and pray for you
 For slavery fled, O glorious dead
 When you fell in the foggy dew