Foggy Dew
Ton : AEnglish
As dAmown the glen oneG Easter morn toC a cFity GfairAm rode I,
There aAmrmed lines of Gmarching men iCn squadroFns pasGsed Amme by;
No pCipe did hum, nor baGttleC drum diAmd sound it'Ems loud AmtattoGo,
But the AmAngelus bell o'er theG Liffey's swell ranCg out through tFhe FGoggyAm Dew.
Right Amproudly high o'erG Dublin Town theCy hung out tFhe fGlag Amof war,
Twas Ambetter die neath anG Irish sky than aCt Suvla For SGud EAml Bar;
And Cfrom the plains ofG RoyaCl Meath stroAmng men cEmame hurrAmying thrGough,
While AmBrittania's Huns, with theirG long range guns, saileCd in through tFhe FGoggyAm Dew.
O, the Amnight fell black, and theG rifles crack madeC "PerfidioFus AGlbioAmn" reel,
'Mid the Amleaden rain, sevenG tongues of flame diCd shine o'er tFhe liGnes Amof steel;
By each Cshinning blade aG prayer waCs said that tAmo Ireland hEmer sonsAm be tGrue,
And when Ammorning broke still theG war flag shook out it'Cs folds in tFhe FGoggyAm Dew.
'Twas AmEngland bade ourG Wild Geese go thaCt small natioFns miGght Ambe free,
But their Amlonely graves are byG Suvla's waves or thCe fringe of tFhe GrGeat NAmorth Sea.
Oh Chad they died byG Pearse'Cs side Amor had fouEmght with CaAmthal BrGugha,
Their Amnames we'd keep where theG Fenians sleep, 'neath thCe shroud of tFhe FGoggyAm Dew
But the Ambravest fell, and theG requiem bell rangC mournfulFly aGnd cAmlear,
For Amthose who died theG Eastertide in thCe springtiFme oGf thAme year.
While the Cworld did gaze withG deepC amaze aAmt those fearlEmess menAm but Gfew,
WhoAm bore the fight thaGt freedom's light migCht shine through Fthe GFoggAmy Dew,
Back Amthrough the glen IG rode again, and mCy heart wiFth grGief Amwas sore,
For I Amparted then withG valient men who CI nevFer shGall Amsee more;
But Cto and from in myG dreams CI go, and IAm'd kneel Emand prayAm for Gyou,
For Amslavery fled, OG glorious dead when yoCu fell in tFhe FGoggyAm Dew.