Ann Byrne & Jesse Owens singing The Foggy Dew. 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 pipes did hum no battle drum, did sound its loud tatoo But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell, rang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin Town they flung out a 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 ...
