Letra de The Foggy Dew

I was down the glen one Easter mornTo a city fair rode I.There armed lines of marching menIn 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 townHung they out a flag of war.'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish skythan at Sulva or Sud el Bar.And from the plains of Royal Meathstrong men came hurrying throughWhile Brittania's huns with their long range gunssailed in through the foggy dew.Their bravest fell and the requiem bellrang mournfully and clearFor those who died that Eastertide in thespringing of the year.While the world did gaze with deep amazeat those fearless men but few.Who bore the fight that freedom's lightMight shine through the foggy dew.And back through the glenI rode again.And my heart with grief was sore.For I parted then with valiant menWhom I never shall see n'more.But to and fro in my dreams I goAnd I kneel and pray for you.For slavery fled the glorious deadwhen you fell in the foggy dew.