The Foggy Dew
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It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
But, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war
For, '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 Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by 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 on the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew

The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year




And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew

Overall Meaning

The Foggy Dew is a traditional Irish folk song that was written in the early 20th century. The song tells the story of Ireland's struggle for independence from England. It begins with the singer, riding towards Dublin on Easter morning, encountering lines of marching Irish men. There are no battle cries or drums, but the solemn sound of the Angelus bell echoes through the city. The singer witnesses the flag of war proudly raised over Dublin, as the Irish prepare to fight for their freedom. Strong men from Meath join the cause, while the British army sails in by the foggy dew.


The song highlights the desire of Irish patriots for independence and the lengths they were willing to go to achieve it. It also draws attention to the great sacrifice of the rebels who fought in the Easter Rising of 1916, which took place in Dublin during Easter Week. The song mourns the loss of those who died during the uprising but also praises their bravery and dedication to the cause. The Foggy Dew is a powerful reminder of the impact of Irish history, and the struggles and sacrifices made by those who fought for their country's freedom.


Line by Line Meaning

It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
I traveled to a city fair down a valley on the morning of Easter


There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
A group of Irish soldiers in formation passed by me


No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo
There were no musical instruments played, no drums sounded


But, the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the Foggy Dew
The church bell of the Angelus rang out over the river Liffey in the foggy morning


Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war
The flag of war was raised high over Dublin with great pride


For, 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
The thought was that it was preferable to die in Ireland than in the battles of Suvla or Sud El Bar


And from the plains of Royal Meath, strong men came hurrying through
Strong men arrived from the plains of Royal Meath in a hurry


While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew
British soldiers with long range guns arrived by sailing in through the foggy dew


'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
England requested the Irish soldiers to leave to help smaller nations gain freedom


But, their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea
However, their graves are far from home near Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea


Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true
Had they fought beside Pearse or Valera, their memory would be honored differently


Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew
Their graves would be among the grave of Irish nationalist group, the Fenians, beneath the hills in the Foggy Dew


The bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
The bravest soldiers fell and the bell rang sorrowfully and clearly


For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year
For those who died in the spring season during Easter time


And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
The world looked on with deep admiration for the fearless and true men


Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew
The soldiers fought so that freedom's light may shine even in the foggy dew




Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CIARAN PADRAIG MAIRE BOURKE, RONALD JOSEPH DREW, BARNEY MCKENNA, JOHN EDMUND SHEAHAN, LUKE KELLY

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