the  foggy  dew
As  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  an  Irish  sky
Than  at  Suvla  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.※※※※※※※※※※
The  bravest  fell,and  the  requiem  bell
Rang  mournfully  and  clear
For  those  who  died  that  Easter-tide
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  more
But  to  and  fro
In  my  dreams  I  go
And  I  kneel  and  pray  for  you
For  slavery  fled
Oh,glorious  dead
When  you  fell  in  the  foggy  dew