The Foggy Dew Songtext
von The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem

It was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
When Ireland′s lines of marching men
In the squadron passed me by
No pipe did hum, or no battle drum was sounded its dread tattoo
But, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew


Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war
For it was 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 Brittania's sons, with their long-range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew

It was England that 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 bravest fell, and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clearly
For those who died that Easter tide 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