The Foggy Dew Lyrics - Singles - Dubliners

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn 

To a city fair rode I. 

When armed line of marching men 

In squadrons passed me by. 

No pipes did hum, no battle drum 

Did sound its loud 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 a 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 Brittania's huns with their great big guns 

Sailed in through 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 gray North Sea. 

But had they died by Pearse's side 

Or fought with Cathal Brugha, 

Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 

'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew. 

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell 

Rang mournfully and clear 

For those who died that Watertide 

In the springing of the year. 

And 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.