The Foggy Dew Video Lyrics

Three Kings

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 nor battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell over the Liffey swell rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung out the flag of war
Twas better to die neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannias Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year
While the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedoms light might shine through the foggy dew

Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and Id kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew