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Thread #17630 Message #171510
Posted By: Amos
01-Feb-00 - 12:48 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: The Foggy Dew (Irish 2)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE FOGGY DEW (Fr. O'Neill)
THE FOGGY DEW Fr. O'Neill
'Twas down by the glen one Easter morn, To a city fair rode I, When Ireland's lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by, No pipe did hum and no battle drum Did sound its dread 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 a flag of war; 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sudel Bar. And from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through, While Britannia's sons with their long ranging guns Sailed in from 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. But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Valera true, Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'Neath the hills of the foggy dew.
The braves fell, and the solemn bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who 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.