(+) The 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 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 the 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
'Twas england bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
Their lonely graves are by suvla's waves
Or the fringe of the great north sea
Oh 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
Oh the bravest fell
And the requiem bell rang
Mournfully and clear
For those who died that eastertide
In the spring time of the year
While the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's
Light might shine through the foggy dew
Back through the glen I rode again
My heart with grief was sore
For I parted with those valiant men
That I'll never see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled o glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew