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(F. P. 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 pipes did hum no battle drum, did sound its loud tatoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high in Dublin Town they flung 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 great big guns, sailed in through
the Foggy Dew.

O the night fell black and the rifles' crack made ""Perfidious Albion"" reel
'Mid the leaden rail, 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 be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold in the Foggy Dew.

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the Great
North Sea
O 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 watertide in the springtime 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.

Ah, 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 from in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the Foggy Dew.

That's All Folks. By the way, I've heard it performed by many artists and genera
lly verses 3 and 6 weren't published (perhaps for some political ground).
All in all, it's one of the best of the Irish stuff.
I hope, it's more or less what you wanted, Robert.

This is Father O'Neill's original text. CPW
@Irish @rebel @battle
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