| Song | The Foggy Dew (from The Long Black Veil) |
| Artist | The Chieftains |
| Album | The Wide World Over: A 40 Year Celebration |
| [ti:The Foggy Dew] | |
| [ar: The Chieftains] | |
| [00:12.67] | the foggy dew |
| [00:15.02] | As down the glen one Easter morn |
| [00:24.68] | To a city fair rode I, |
| [00:33.38] | There armed lines of marching men |
| [00:42.29] | In squadrons passed me by. |
| [00:49.79] | No pipe did hum,no battle drum |
| [00:58.24] | Did sound its loud tattoo |
| [01:09.20] | But the Angelus'bells o'er the Liffey swells |
| [01:20.05] | Rang out in the foggy dew. |
| [01:33.81] | Right proudly high in Dublin town |
| [01:39.16] | Hung they out a flag of war. |
| [01:44.37] | 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky |
| [01:49.97] | Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. |
| [01:55.32] | And from the plains of Royal Meath |
| [02:00.87] | Strong men came hurrying through; |
| [02:06.12] | While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns |
| [02:11.25] | Sailed in through the foggy dew.※※※※※※※※※※ |
| [02:27.66] | The bravest fell,and the requiem bell |
| [02:33.06] | Rang mournfully and clear |
| [02:38.21] | For those who died that Easter-tide |
| [02:43.66] | In the springing of the year. |
| [02:48.86] | While the world did gaze with deep amaze |
| [02:54.21] | At those fearless men but few |
| [02:59.32] | Who bore the fight that freedom's light |
| [03:05.33] | Might shine through the foggy dew.※※※※※ |
| [03:30.59] | And back through the glen I rode again |
| [03:45.04] | And my heart with grief was sore |
| [03:54.65] | For I parted then with valiant men |
| [04:04.20] | Whom I never shall see more |
| [04:12.50] | But to and fro |
| [04:17.26] | In my dreams I go |
| [04:21.21] | And I kneel and pray for you |
| [04:31.27] | For slavery fled |
| [04:37.97] | Oh,glorious dead |
| [04:46.82] | When you fell in the foggy dew |
| ti: The Foggy Dew | |
| ar: The Chieftains | |
| [00:12.67] | the foggy dew |
| [00:15.02] | As down the glen one Easter morn |
| [00:24.68] | To a city fair rode I, |
| [00:33.38] | There armed lines of marching men |
| [00:42.29] | In squadrons passed me by. |
| [00:49.79] | No pipe did hum, no battle drum |
| [00:58.24] | Did sound its loud tattoo |
| [01:09.20] | But the Angelus' bells o' er the Liffey swells |
| [01:20.05] | Rang out in the foggy dew. |
| [01:33.81] | Right proudly high in Dublin town |
| [01:39.16] | Hung they out a flag of war. |
| [01:44.37] | ' Twas better to die ' neath an Irish sky |
| [01:49.97] | Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. |
| [01:55.32] | And from the plains of Royal Meath |
| [02:00.87] | Strong men came hurrying through |
| [02:06.12] | While Brittania' s Huns with their longrange guns |
| [02:11.25] | Sailed in through the foggy dew. |
| [02:27.66] | The bravest fell, and the requiem bell |
| [02:33.06] | Rang mournfully and clear |
| [02:38.21] | For those who died that Eastertide |
| [02:43.66] | In the springing of the year. |
| [02:48.86] | While the world did gaze with deep amaze |
| [02:54.21] | At those fearless men but few |
| [02:59.32] | Who bore the fight that freedom' s light |
| [03:05.33] | Might shine through the foggy dew. |
| [03:30.59] | And back through the glen I rode again |
| [03:45.04] | And my heart with grief was sore |
| [03:54.65] | For I parted then with valiant men |
| [04:04.20] | Whom I never shall see more |
| [04:12.50] | But to and fro |
| [04:17.26] | In my dreams I go |
| [04:21.21] | And I kneel and pray for you |
| [04:31.27] | For slavery fled |
| [04:37.97] | Oh, glorious dead |
| [04:46.82] | When you fell in the foggy dew |