The Shoemaker

1. The Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn to a fair city I did ride

Three armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by.

No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tatoo

But the angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out in the foggy dew.

For slavery fled - o glorious dead - when you fell in the foggy dew.

2. My Johnny was a shoemaker

My Johnny was a shoemaker

And dearly he loved me

My Johnny was a shoemaker

But he's gone away to sea

With nasty tar to soil his hands

And to sail across the briny sea

My Johnny was a shoemaker

His coat was of a deep sky blue

and curly was his hair

His coat was of a deep sky blue

And curly was his hair

To reeve the top sail he has gone

And to sail across the briny sea

My Johnny was a shoemaker

A captain he'll be by and by

With a brave and gallant crew

A captain he'll ba by and by

With a sword and skyglass too

And when he gets a ship of his own

He'll come back home and marry me

My Johnny was a shoemaker

And then I'll be a captain's wife

I will sit at home alone

Yes, I will be a captain's wife

And this will be my song

May peace and plenty bless our home

And the little ones upon my knee

My Johnny was a shoemaker