Seth Staton Watkins - The Foggy Dew (2022)

lundi 28 août 2023 à 20:27

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 pipe did hum nor battle drum, did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell rang out in the Foggy Dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war
‘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 Britannia’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 are by Suvla’s waves or the fringe of the great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha [Kahal Bwa]
Their graves we will keep where the Fenians sleep, ‘neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew

Oh the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Easter tide in the spring time of the year
While the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but 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 with those valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead ...
when you fell in the foggy Dew.
when you fell in the foggy Dew.
when you fell in the foggy Dew !

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