The Foggy Dew (Explicit) - Tommy Makem
It 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
And no battle drum
Did sound it's threat tattoo
But the Angelus Bells over the Liffey
Swells rang out in the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war
For it was better to die 'neath the 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 by the foggy dew
It was England's bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
On the fringes of the Great North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with for let us through
Their graves we'll keep
Where the fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
The bravest fell and the selem 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 through
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
