title: Foggy dew
text: Foggy dew is een Iers verzetslied dat gaat over de Paasopstand van 24–30 april 1916. Het vertelt over die verzetsstrijders die omkwamen bij deze opstand. Het lied werd geschreven door Charles O'Neill.
  
  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 fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo
  But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through 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 Sulva 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 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
    
  But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
  For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
  And 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
    
  Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
  For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
  But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
  For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.
  
  zoals gezongen door The Dubliners.
  
  Iers lied