Foggy Dew Lyrics - Singles - Fire On Mcginnis

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn 

To a city fair road 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 and the liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew 

Right proudly high o'er Dublin town, they flung out a flag of war 

'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky then at Suvla or Sud el Bar 

And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came a-hurrying through 

While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns sailed in through the 

foggy dew 

But the night fell black, the rifle crack made "Prefidious Albion" reel 

'Mid the leaden rain seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of 

steel. 

By every blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true 

And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the 

foggy dew 

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear 

For those who died at Eastertide at the sprining of the year. 

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