Foggy Dew

Young Dubliners - Foggy Dew Lyrics: 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 fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it’s dread tatoo But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war ’Twas better to die ’neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurryi