This is a song about the Easter Uprising of 1916
'Twas down the glen
To a city fair rode I.
's line of marching men
s passed me by.
did hum, no 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
They hung 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;
's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.
bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
But had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Gathal Bruga,
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenian
'Neath the hills of the foggy dew
The bravest fell, and the solemn 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 and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
Also the name of 2 "Irish" pubs
in the Vancouver
area. The one on Loughheed is not bad.