Misc Traditional – The Foggy Dew (Guitar)

    Am                  G     Em        C    G       Am
  As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I,

    Am                  G       Em     C         G        Am
  Their armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by;

   C                   G      Am                    G      Am
  No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound its loud tattoo,

          Am                    G        Em         C               Em     Am
  But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew.

        Am                G      Em        C            G       Am
  Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war,

       Am                     G     Em          C        G      Am
  Twas better to die neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar;

      C                  G     Am                     G       Am
  And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through,

        Am                           G          Em           C              Em     Am
  While Brittania's sons, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew.

         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                       Am           G      Am
  By each shinning blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true,

           Am                      G        Em             C            Em     Am
  And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the Foggy Dew.

        Am               G          Em      C             G        Am
  'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free,

            Am                   G       Em           C             G           Am
  But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the shores of the Great North Sea.

     C                G        Am                      G        Am
  Oh had they died by Pearse's side or had fought with Cathal Brugha,

        Am                        G       Em                C             Em     Am
  Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew

          Am                    G       Em         C         G   Am
  But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear,

      Am                  G     Em          C             G   Am
  For those who died that Eastertide in the springtime of the year.

            C                   G    Am                      G       Am
  While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few,

      Am                  G         Em          C                 Em     Am
  Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew,

       Am                 G    Em            C          G         Am
  Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore,

        Am               G       Em        C     G         Am
  For I parted then with valient men who I never shall see no more;

      C                 G        Am                     G       Am
  But to and from in my dreams I go, and I'd kneel and pray for you,

      Am              G         Em           C           Em     Am
  For slavery fled, O' glorious dead when you fell in the Foggy Dew.