Foggy Dew
Ton : AEnglish
As dAmown the glen onGe Easter morn Cto aF citGy faAmir rode I,
There aAmrmed lines ofG marching menC in squaFdronsG pasAmsed me by;
No pCipe did hum, nor bGattlCe drum Amdid sound Emit's lAmoud tGattoo,
But the AmAngelus bell o'er thGe Liffey's swell rCang out througFh thGe FoAmggy Dew.
Right Amproudly high o'eGr Dublin Town tChey hung ouFt thGe flAmag of war,
Twas Ambetter die neath aGn Irish sky thanC at SuvFla oGr SuAmd El Bar;
And Cfrom the plains oGf RoCyal Meath sAmtrong mEmen cameAm hurryiGng through,
While AmBrittania's Huns, with theiGr long range guns, saiCled in througFh thGe FoAmggy Dew.
O, the Amnight fell black, and thGe rifles crack maCde "PerfiFdiouGs AlAmbion" reel,
'Mid the Amleaden rain, seveGn tongues of flame Cdid shine o'eFr thGe liAmnes of steel;
By each Cshinning blade Ga prayer Cwas said thaAmt to IrelaEmnd herAm sonsG be true,
And when Ammorning broke still thGe war flag shook out iCt's folds iFn thGe FoAmggy Dew.
'Twas AmEngland bade ouGr Wild Geese go tChat small naFtionGs miAmght be free,
But their Amlonely graves are bGy Suvla's waves or Cthe fringe oFf thGe GrAmeat North Sea.
Oh Chad they died bGy PearsCe's siAmde or hadEm fought wiAmth CatGhal Brugha,
Their Amnames we'd keep where thGe Fenians sleep, 'neath Cthe shroud oFf thGe FoAmggy Dew
But the Ambravest fell, and thGe requiem bell raCng mournFfullGy anAmd clear,
For Amthose who died thGe Eastertide in Cthe sprinFgtimGe ofAm the year.
While the Cworld did gaze witGh deCep amazAme at those fEmearlesAms menG but few,
WhoAm bore the fight thGat freedom's light mCight shine throuFgh tGhe FAmoggy Dew,
Back Amthrough the glen GI rode again, andC my heartF witGh grAmief was sore,
For I Amparted then witGh valient men whCo I FneveGr shAmall see more;
But Cto and from in mGy dreamCs I go, anAmd I'd knEmeel andAm prayG for you,
For Amslavery fled, GO glorious dead when Cyou fell iFn thGe FoAmggy Dew.