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