Foggy Dew Songtext
von Coro Ávalon

′Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum, 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 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 sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the Foggy Dew


But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze
At those fearless men and true
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 fro 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
For slavery fled, O glorious dead
When you fell in the Foggy Dew