Foggy Dew

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, no battle drum

Did sound it's loud tattoo

But the angelus bells

O'er the liffey swells

Rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high in Dublin town

Hung they 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 Britannia's Huns

With their long range-guns

Sailed in through the foggy dew

The bravest fell

And the requiem bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Easter-tide

In the springing of the year

While 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

And back though

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 go

And I kneel and pray for you

For slavery fled

Oh, glorious dead

When you fell in the foggy dew