Charles O'Neill's "Foggy Dew"
Another song called "Foggy Dew" was written by Charles O’Neill (1887–1963) from Portglenone, County Antrim, a priest of the Diocese of Down and Connor who was at the time of writing the lyrics a curate at St. Peter's Cathedral, Belfast, and later in life was parish priest of Kilcoo and later still Newcastle, County Down. [3] [4] O'Neill was ordained in St. Patrick's College, Maynooth in 1912. [5]
The music is from a manuscript that was in possession of Kathleen Dallat, sister of Michael Dallat of Ballycastle. That manuscript gives Carl Hardebeck as the arranger. [6] It is the same air as the traditional love song The Moorlough Shore .
"The Foggy Dew" is a product of the political situation in Ireland in the aftermath of the Easter Rising and World War I.
Approximately 210,000 Irishmen joined up and served in the British forces during the war. [7] This created mixed feelings for many Irish people, particularly for those with nationalist sympathies. While they broadly supported the British war effort, they also felt that one of the moral justifications for the war, "the freedom of small nations" like Belgium and Serbia, should also be applied to Ireland, which at that time was under British rule. [8] The 1915 Battle of Gallipoli, in which many young and mainly middle-class Irishmen who had joined up in response to John Redmond's call were killed, turned many people against the war.
In 1916, Irish patriots led by James Connolly and Patrick Pearse, taking advantage of Britain being preoccupied by World War I, seized some of the major buildings in Dublin including the General Post Office, while others came out in Ashbourne and Galway in the Easter Rising.
The brutal response to the Rising, and the execution of its leaders that followed, marked a turning point for many Irish people. The public revulsion at the executions added to the growing sense of alienation from the British government. [8]
Canon O'Neill reflected this alienation when he wrote The Foggy Dew commemorating the few hundred brave men who had risen out against what was then the most powerful empire in the world. In 1919, he attended the first sitting of the new Irish Parliament, Dáil. [9] The names of the elected members were called out, but many were absent. Their names were answered by the reply faoi ghlas ag na Gaill – "locked up by the foreigners” (literally, “by the Gauls/Normans”, but historically used for the English). [9] [10]
These events had a profound effect on O'Neill and some time after this he wrote The Foggy Dew telling the story of the Easter Rising and reflecting the thoughts of many Irish people at the time who now believed that the Irishmen who fought for Britain during the war should have stayed home and fought for Irish independence instead.
O'Neill sums up this feeling in the line, "Twas far better to die ‘neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar". [9]
Lyrics of Charles O'Neill's "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 pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo.
- But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swells rang out in the foggy dew! [11]
- Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung they 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.
- While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew!
- Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel.
- In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel.
- By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true!
- But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew!
- 'Twas England bade our wild geese go, "that small nations might be free"
- But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves, or the fringe of the great North Sea.
- Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha,
- Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew!
- Their bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear,
- For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year.
- While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few.
- Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew!
- And back through the glen I rode again, my heart with grief was sore.
- For I parted then with valiant men whom I shall never see n'more.
- But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you.
- For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew!
