Fire On McGinnis - Foggy Dew lyrics

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair road I When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons pa**ed me by No pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its dread tattoo But the Angelus bell and the liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew Right proudly high o'er Dublin town, they flung out a flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky then at Suvla or Sud el Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came a-hurrying through While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns sailed in through the foggy dew But the night fell black, the rifle crack made "Prefidious Albion" reel 'Mid the leaden rain seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel. By every blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the foggy dew But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died at Eastertide at the sprining of the year. The world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men and true Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew