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 Bells o'er the Liffey swells

Rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high in Dublin town

Hung they out a flag of war

'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky

Than at Sulva or Sud-El-Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath

Strong men came hurrying through

While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns

Sailed in through the foggy dew

Their bravest fell and the requiem bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Eastertide in the

Springing of the year

While the world did gaze with deep amaze

At those fearless men but few

Who bore the fight that freedom's light

Might shine through the foggy dew

And 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 n'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