{"id":1473,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/foggy-dew-the"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"foggy-dew-the","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/foggy-dew-the\/","title":{"rendered":"Foggy Dew, The"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Twas down the glen one Easter morn<br \/>\nTo a city fair rode I.<br \/>\nWhen Ireland&#8217;s line of marching men<br \/>\nIn squadrons passed me by.<br \/>\nNo pipe did hum, no battle drum<br \/>\nDid sound its dread tattoo<br \/>\nBut the Angelus bell o&#8217;er the Liffey&#8217;s swell<br \/>\nRang out in the foggy dew.<\/p>\n<p>Right proudly high over Dublin town<br \/>\nThey hung out a flag of war.<br \/>\n&#8216;Twas better to die &#8216;neath an Irish sky<br \/>\nThan at Suvla or Sud el Bar.<br \/>\nAnd from the plains of Royal Meath<br \/>\nStrong men came hurrying through;<br \/>\nWhile Brittania&#8217;s sons with their long-range guns<br \/>\nSailed in from the foggy dew.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Twas England bade our wild geese go<br \/>\nThat small nations might be free.<br \/>\nTheir lonely graves are by Suvla&#8217;s waves<br \/>\nOn the fringe of the grey North Sea.<br \/>\nBut had they died by Pearse&#8217;s side<br \/>\nOr fought with Cathl Brugha*,<br \/>\nTheir graves we&#8217;d keep where the Fenians sleep<br \/>\n&#8216;Neath the hills of the foggy dew.<\/p>\n<p>The bravest fell, and the solemn bell<br \/>\nRang mournfully and clear<br \/>\nFor those who died that Eastertide<br \/>\nIn the springing of the year.<br \/>\nAnd the world did gaze in deep amaze<br \/>\nAt those fearless men and true<br \/>\nWho bore the fight that freedom&#8217;s light<br \/>\nMight shine through the foggy dew.<\/p>\n<p>*Some versions use: &#8220;Valera true&#8221;<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8216;Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. 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