[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