The Foggy Dew

The Foggy Dew - The Clancy Brothers

Written by：Trad.Arr. Clancy Brothers

It was down the glen one easter morn to

A city fair rode I

When Ireland's lines of marching men

In squadron passed me by

No pipes did hum or no battle drum

Did sound it's dread tattoo

But the angel us bell o'er the liffey

Swell rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high over dublin

Town they hung out the flag of war

For

'Twas better to die

'Neath an irish sky

Than at suvla or su del bar

And from the plains of royal

Meath strong men came hurrying through

While Brittania's sons with their

Long range guns sailed in from the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese

Go that small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by suvla's waves

On the fringe of the grey north sea

Oh had they died by pearse's side

Or fought with valeria true

Their graves we'd keep where the

Fenians sleep

'Neath the hills of the foggy dew

The bravest fell and the sullen 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 and true

Who bore the fight that freedom's light might

Shine through the foggy dew