Men of the Foggy dew

CHORUS
Hey-o lads, sing low and true,
Drum of the heart in the foggy dew;
Bread for the living, ropes for the few,
We’re the men of the foggy dew.

VERSE
Keep the step, lads, keep the time,
Peat-smoke rolls and rushlights shine;
By Baile Rath’s old iron bell,
We march straight and we march well.

CHORUS
Hey-o lads, sing low and true,
Drum of the heart in the foggy dew;
Bread for the living, ropes for the few,
We’re the men of the foggy dew.

VERSE
O’Neil’s furrows, tight and true,
Pike on shoulder, rag of blue;
Rowan twig for luck we bear—
Bog and thorn won’t take us there.

CHORUS
Hey-o lads, sing low and true,
Drum of the heart in the foggy dew;
Bread for the living, ropes for the few,
We’re the men of the foggy dew.

VERSE
Name the dead and keep the line,
Count in fours and mind the sign;
Bread at home and work to do—
Twelve hard miles and debt come due.

CHORUS
Hey-o lads, sing low and true,
Drum of the heart in the foggy dew;
Bread for the living, ropes for the few,
We’re the men of the foggy dew.

VERSE
Hush yer laugh ’til reeds are through,
Mind yer step where rushes slew;
Banner chest-high, jaw held tight—
Hold ’til gray turns day from night.

CHORUS
Hey-o lads, sing low and true,
Drum of the heart in the foggy dew;
Bread for the living, ropes for the few,
We’re the men of the foggy dew.

VERSE
Western drums and iron rain,
Names came home, the men stayed lain;
Tie the blue and count again—
We’ll hold the row and bear the pain.

CHORUS
Hey-o lads, sing low and true,
Drum of the heart in the foggy dew;
Bread for the living, ropes for the few,
We’re the men of the foggy dew.