The Foggy Dew Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

I was down the glen one Easter morn 

To a city fair rode I 

There armed lines of marching men 

In squadrons passed me by 

No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo 

But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew 

Right proudly high in Dublin town 

Hung they out a flag of war 

'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky 

Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar 

And from the plains of Royal Meath 

Strong men came hurrying through 

While Brittania's huns with their long range guns 

Sailed in through the foggy dew 

Their bravest fell and the requiem bell 

Rang mournfully and clear 

For those who died that Eastertide in the 

Springing of the year 

While the world did gaze with deep amaze 

At those fearless men but few 

Who bore the fight that freedom's light 

Might shine through the foggy dew 

And back through the glen 

I rode again 

And my heart with grief was sore 

For I parted then with valiant men 

Whom I never shall see n'more 

But to and fro in my dreams I go 

And I kneel and pray for you 

For slavery fled the glorious dead 

When you fell in the foggy dew