Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Foggy Dew, artist - The Chieftains. Date of issue: 31.05.2006
Song language: English
The 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 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 the flag of war |
| '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 Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in 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 or the fringe of the great North Sea |
| Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha |
| Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew |
| Oh the bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear |
| For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year |
| While 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 |
| Back through the glen I rode again, my heart with grief was sore |
| For I parted with those valiant men that I'll never see more |
| But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you |
| For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew |