'Twas down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells, rang out in the Foggy Dew
Right proudly high over Dublin town, they hung out the flag of war
For, '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 their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew
'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves by Suvla's waves on the fringe of the grey North Sea
Or had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Valera true
Their graves we would keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew
The bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew
Arrangement: Linda King
Lead: Linda King
Backup Vocals: Sean Morse
Guitar: Linda King
Bass: Sean Morse