Irish rebel song "The Foggy Dew Lyrics" design printed on front and the full lyrics printed on the back. 100% Cotton shirts. Get your Irish on!
The Foggy Dew
As down the glen one Easter morn, Through a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men, In squadrons did pass me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum, Did sound out its loud tattoo.
But the angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell,
Rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town, They flung out the flag of war.
‘Twas far better to die ‘neath an Irish sky, Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of royal Meath, Brave men came hurrying through,
While Britannia’s Huns with their long-range guns,
Sailed into the foggy dew.
But the night fell black and the rifle’s crack, Made perfidious Albion reel.
Through that leaden hail seven tongues of flame, Did shine o’er the lines of steel.
By each shining blade a prayer was said, That to Ireland her sons would be true,
And when morning broke, still the green flag shook out,
Its folds in the foggy dew.
It was England bade our Wild Geese go, That small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves, On the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side, Or had fought along with brave Cathal Brugha,
Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep,
‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell and the requiem knell, Rang out mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Eastertide, In the springtime of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze, At those fearless men and few,
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light, Might shine through the foggy dew.
As back through the glen I rode again, And my heart with grief was sore.
For I parted then with those gallant men, I ever will see no more,
And to and fro in my dreams I go, And I’ll kneel and I’ll say a prayer for you,
For slavery fled, oh you gallant dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew.