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Thread #15331   Message #36704
Posted By: Maelgwyn
01-Sep-98 - 01:08 PM
Thread Name: ADD/Origins: The Foggy Dew (Fr. O'Neill)
Subject: Lyr Add: THE FOGGY DEW (Fr. O'Neill)
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. :)

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

Does anyone know what Cathal Brugha is?