´Twas down the glen one Easter morn\nTo a city fair rode I.\nWhen Ireland´s line of marching men\nIn squadrons passed me by.\nNo pipe did hum, no battle drum\nDid sound its dread tattoo\nBut the Angelus bell o´er the Liffey´s swell\nRang out in the foggy dew.\n\nRight proudly high over Dublin town\nThey hung out a flag of war.\n´Twas better to die ´neath an Irish sky\nThan at Suvla or Sud el Bar.\nAnd from the plains of Royal Meath\nStrong men came hurrying through;\nWhile Brittania´s sons with their long-range guns\nSailed in from the foggy dew.\n[ THE FOGGY DEW lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]\n\n\nThe bravest fell, and the solemn bell\nRang mournfully and clear\nFor those who died that Eastertide\nIn the springing of the year.\nAnd the world did gaze in deep amaze\nAt those fearless men and true\nWho bore the fight that freedom´s light\nMight shine through the foggy dew. calton, dubliners, folk, ireland, kelly, luke, matt, mcginn