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