Jag Panzer - Foggy Dew lyrics

I was down the glen one easter morn To a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men In squadrons pa**ed me by No pipe did hum No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus Bells o’er the Liffcy Swells Rang out in the foggy dew Proudly high in Dublin town The hung out a flag of war It was 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 Brittania’s huns with their long range guns Sailed in through the foggy dew Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go That small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves Or the shore of the Great North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side Or fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we will keep where the Fenians sleep Neath the shroud of the foggy dew Their bravest tell and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide In the Spring time of the year While the world did gaze with desp amaze At those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that freedom’s light Might shine through the foggy dew