The Young Dubliners -- The Foggy Dew

Howdy, folks! This is a different version than the one that's already been uploaded, and in my opinion, better. Comes off the album With All Due Respect. Hope ya like it! --Lyrics-- 'Twas down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There was Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out o'er the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurryin' through While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed out on the foggy dew 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese fly that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we will 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 Eastertide in the spring time of the year And the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few Who bore the fight, so that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew