Luke Kelly- The Foggy Dew

´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 hung 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 Brittania´s sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew. [ THE FOGGY DEW lyrics found on ] The bravest 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.