Am G Em C F G Am As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I, Am G Em C F G Am There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by; C G Em C F G Am No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo, Am G Em C F G Am Am G Em C F G Am But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew. [Verse 2] Am G Em C F G Am Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war, Am G Em C F G Am Twas better die neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar; C G Em C F G Am And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through, Am G Em C F G Am Am G Em C G Am While Brittania's sons, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew. [Verse 3] Am G Em C G Am O, the night fell black, and the rifles crack made "Perfidious Albion" reel, Am G Em C G Am 'Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel; C G Em C G Am By each shinning blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true, Am G Em C G Am And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the Foggy Dew. [Verse 4] Am G Em C F G Am 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that small nations might be free, Am G Em C F G Am But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea. C G Em C F G Am Oh had they died by Pearse's side or had fought with Cathal Brugha, Am G Em C F G Am Am G Em C G Am Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew [Verse 5] Am G Em C F G Am But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear, Am G Em C F G Am For those who died the Eastertide in the springtime of the year. C G Em C F G Am While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few, Am G Em C F G Am Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew, [Verse 6] Am G Em C F G Am Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore, Am G Em C F G Am For I parted then with valiant men who I never shall see more; C G Em C F G Am But to and from in my dreams I go, and I'd kneel and pray for you, Am G Em C F G Am For slavery fled, O glorious dead when you fell in the Foggy Dew.
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