I turned up a version of 'The Foggy Dew' that has more verses than the one in the database. So, if anyone's interested, here it is. :)
THE FOGGY DEW Fr. O'Neill
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
But the night fell black and the rifle's crack made perfidious Albion reel Through that leaden hail seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel By each shining blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons would be true And when morning broke, still the green flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those that died that Eastertide in the springing of the year And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine 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 on the fringe of the grey North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or had fought along with brave Cathal Brugha Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy dew
As back through that Glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with these gallant men I never would see more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and I say a prayer for you For slavery fled, oh you gallant dead when you fell in the foggy dew