The Foggy Dew Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn As to Shannon's side I return'd at last And the heart in my breast for the girl I lov'd best Was beating, ah, beating, loud and fast! While the doubts and the fears of the long aching years Seem'd mingling their voices with the moaning flood Till full in my path, like a wild water wrath My true love's shadow lamenting stood. But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel mist Into dancing show'rs of diamond dew And the dark flowing stream laugh'd back to his beam And the lark soared aloft in the blue While no phantom of night but a form of delight Ran with arms outspread to her darling boy And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy. And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy.