The Foggy Dew
The Dubliners Lyrics


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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, no battle drum
Did sound its dred tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey's 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 Suvla or Sud el Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with theirlong-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew

'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the shore of the gray North Sea
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we would 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

Overall Meaning

The Dubliners’ song ‘Foggy Dew’ is a poignant and powerful ode to the men who fought and lost their lives for Irish independence. The song opens with a description of Easter morning, when the singer rides down a glen towards a city fair. There, he sees lines of marching men armed for battle, but with no fife or battle drum playing. Instead, the Angelus bells ring out over the city, creating a somber, eerie atmosphere. The song then continues to describe the conflict that these men were involved in- fighting for Irish independence against the British. The men who proudly hung out the flag of war are compared to those who died at Suvla and Sud el Bar, their names lost to the waves of the gray North Sea. If only they had died alongside Pearse or Cathal Brugha, their names would have been kept alive by the Irish people, ‘neath the shroud of the foggy dew.


The final verse of the song is perhaps the most powerful, as it describes those who died in the fight for freedom, and the impact that their sacrifice had on the world. The ‘world did gaze in deep amaze’ at these fearless men who fought valiantly ‘in the springing of the year’. The song ends with a sense of pride in the struggle for Irish independence and the bravery of those who fought for it. Overall, ‘Foggy Dew’ is a beautiful and poignant tribute to those who lost their lives for a noble cause.


Line by Line Meaning

As down the glen one Easter morn
On an Easter morning, I was riding through a glen.


To a city fair rode I
I was journeying to a fair in the city.


There armed lines of marching men
I saw groups of armed men marching.


In squadrons passed me by
They passed me in groups, in formation.


No fife did hum, no battle drum
There was no music of war.


Did sound its dred tattoo
No drumbeat of war was heard.


But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey's swell
Instead, the ringing of Angelus bells was heard.


Rang out through the foggy dew
The bells could be heard ringing through the foggy mist.


Right proudly high over Dublin town
Over the city of Dublin, a flag of war was raised.


They hung out the flag of war
The flag of war was displayed with pride.


'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
It was considered better to die under the Irish sky.


Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
Than to die at Suvla or Sud el Bar.


And from the plains of Royal Meath
Men from Royal Meath came hurrying over.


Strong men came hurrying through
They came urgently, ready for battle.


While Brittania's huns with their long-range guns
Meanwhile, Britain's soldiers with their long-range guns were approaching.


Sailed in through the foggy dew
The soldiers advanced through the mist.


'Twas Brittania bade our wild geese go
Britain sent away our people to fight for their cause.


That small nations might be free
Britain claimed that they were fighting for the freedom of smaller countries.


But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
But the people who were sent away died and were buried by Suvla's shore.


On the shore of the gray North Sea
It was on the shore of the gray North Sea where they perished.


But had they died by Pearse's side
Had they died together with Pearse,


Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Or if they fought with Cathal Brugha,


Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep
Their memories would be enshrined alongside those of the Fenians.


'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
The memories of those fallen fighters would live on and be honored through the foggy mist.


But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
The bravest soldiers died, and the bell that marked their passing was mournful and clear.


Rang mournfully and clear
The bell rang in a mournful and clear tone.


For those who died that Eastertide
It was in remembrance of all those who died that Easter.


In the springing of the year
When the year was just beginning.


And the world did gaze in deep amaze
The world watched in awe and amazement.


At those fearless men, but few
These brave men, though few in number, were truly fearless.


Who bore the fight that freedom's light
These warriors fought to bring the light of freedom to their people.


Might shine through the foggy dew
Their sacrifice would be remembered, and the light of freedom would shine through the foggy mist.




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