Youtor
The Foggy Dew
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The Foggy Dew • 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 dread 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 • Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack • made perfidious Albion reel • In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame • did shine o'er the lines of steel • By each shining blade a prayer was said, • that to Ireland her sons be true • But when morning broke, • still the war flag shook out its folds in 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 graves 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 springing 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 • As 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 kneel and pray for you, • For slavery fled, O glorious dead, • when you fell in the foggy dew. • ( http://www.songsguitar.com/ )
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