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Star of the County Down
Limerick Rake
Raglan Road
Molly Malone
Dirty Old Town
Fiddler’s Green
Spancil Hill
Only Our Rivers
Black Velvet Band
Foggy Dew
Fields of Athenry
Whiskey in the Jar

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.
While the world did gaze in deep amaze
At those fearless men but few,
While the Angelus bell
O’er the Liffey’s swell
Rang out through the foggy dew,
Right proudly high o’er Dublin town,
They flung out the flag of war.
‘Twas better to die ‘neath the 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 great big guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
‘Twas England bade our wild geese go
That smaller nations might be free.
But those who died that Eastertide
In the springtime of the year,
Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side
Or had fought with Valera true,
Oh, their names we’d keep
Where the Fenians sleep
‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

—-Father P. O’Neill