[Lyric] The Foggy Dew (Culann's Hounds)

Twas down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
When Arm-ed lines 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

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that "small nations might be free"
And we see lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the shores of the great North Sea
Oh, but had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their graves we would keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town did they hung out the flag of war
'For 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
And Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

While 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, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, and few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew