The Foggy Dew

Barbara Dickson

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[INTRO:] Am [VERSE 1:]
G As down the glen one Easter morn
Am G Am To a city fair rode I
G As Ireland's lines of marching men
Am G Am In squadrons passed me by
G Am No pipes did hum, no battle drum
G Am Did sound it's loud tattoo
G But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Am G Am Rang out in the Foggy Dew [VERSE 2:]
G Right proudly high over Dublin Town
Am G Am They hung out the flag of war
G For 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Am G Am Than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
G Am And from the plains of Royal Meath
G Am Strong men came hurrying through
G While Britannia's sons, with their long range guns
Am G Am Bore (Kowles) through the Foggy Dew [VERSE 3:]
G 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
Am G Am That small nations might be free
G But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
Am G Am Or the fringe of the great North Sea
G Am And had they died by Pearse's side
G Am Or fought with the noble Cathal Brugha
G Their names we would keep where the Fenian a' sleep
Am G Am 'Neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew [VERSE 4:]
G But the bravest fell and the requiem bell
Am G Am Rang mournfully and clear
G For those who died that Eastertide
Am G Am In the springtime of the year
G Am While the world did gaze with deep amaze
G Am At those fearless men but true
G Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Am G Am Might shine through the Foggy Dew
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