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The Dreadnoughts

The Foggy Dew

The Foggy Dew

(album: Green Willow - 2023)

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 nor battle drum, did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey's swells rang out in the Foggy Dew

Right proudly high in Dublin town hung they 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 the Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go, "small nations might be free"
Now their lonely graves are by Suvla Bay or the shores of the great 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

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at the 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'll go and I'll kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy Dew

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