Foggy Dew

Foggy Dew - Viejos Contrabandistas

I was 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 it's

Loud tattoo

But the angelus bells o'er the liffey swells

Rang out

In the foggy foggy dew

Right proudly high over 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 foggy dew

'Twas england bade our wild geese

Go small nations

Might be free

But their lonely graves are by suvla's

But waves on the shore

Of the great north sea

O had they died by pearse's side had fought

With cathal brugha

Their names we'd keep

Where the fenians sleep

Or the shroud on the foggy foggy dew