[INTRO:] Am [VERSE 1:]G As down the glen one Easter mornAm G Am To a city fair rode IG As Ireland's lines of marching menAm G Am In squadrons passed me byG Am No pipes did hum, no battle drumG Am Did sound it's loud tattooG But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swellAm G Am Rang out in the Foggy Dew [VERSE 2:]G Right proudly high over Dublin TownAm G Am They hung out the flag of warG For 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish skyAm G Am Than at Suvla or Sud El BarG Am And from the plains of Royal MeathG Am Strong men came hurrying throughG While Britannia's sons, with their long range gunsAm G Am Bore (Kowles) through the Foggy Dew [VERSE 3:]G 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese goAm G Am That small nations might be freeG But their lonely graves are by Suvla's wavesAm G Am Or the fringe of the great North SeaG Am And had they died by Pearse's sideG Am Or fought with the noble Cathal BrughaG Their names we would keep where the Fenian a' sleepAm G Am 'Neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew [VERSE 4:]G But the bravest fell and the requiem bellAm G Am Rang mournfully and clearG For those who died that EastertideAm G Am In the springtime of the yearG Am While the world did gaze with deep amazeG Am At those fearless men but trueG Who bore the fight that freedom's lightAm G Am Might shine through the Foggy Dew
The Foggy Dew
Barbara Dickson
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