Foggy Dew (Pertness)

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I When Ireland's line of marching men In squadron passed me by Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung 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 Brittanials sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew 'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons passed me by But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew