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 nor battle drum did sound it’s loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell rang out through the Foggy Dew

Right proudly high o’er Dublin Town, they hung out the flag of war
‘Twas better to die neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sudd El Bahr
And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew

O, the night fell black and the rifles crack made *Perfidious Albion reel
‘Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o’er the lines of steel
By each shinning blade, a prayer was said that to Ireland, her sons be true
And when morning broke still, the war flag shook out its folds in the Foggy Dew

‘Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we’d keep where the Fenians sleep, ‘neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter-tide in the springtime 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

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’d kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the Foggy Dew
*Perfidious Albion = treacherous England

Dublin 1

Songs of Dublin


Written by¬†Fr. O’Neill.

Clip – Tom Donovan



Song Themes

Easter Rising