Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Foggy Dew, artist - The Dubliners.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
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 nor battle drum did sound it’s dread tatoo |
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 |
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear |
For those who died that Eastertide 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 |
'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 |
Ah, 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. |