THE FOGGY DEW
The Foggy Dew ( Ballad /
background music )
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 fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through 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 hurrying
through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in
through the foggy dew
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might
be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore 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 springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but
few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the
foggy dew
Ah, 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.
THE 7 LEADERS OF THE RISING
Padraig Pearse, James Connolly, Thomas Clarke, Thomas MacDonagh, Sean MacDermott, Joseph Plunkett, Eamonn Ceannt
