The Foggy Dew chords

[INTRO]
[Am] [G] [C] [G] [A]

[VERSE 1]
'Twas [Am]down the glen one [G]Easter [Em]morn to a [Am]city f[Dm]air rode [Am]I,
There [Am]armed lines of [G]marching [Em]men in [Am]squadrons [Dm]passed me [Am]by;
No [C]pipe did hum, no [G]battle [C]drum did [Am]sound its [Em]loud tat[F]too,
But the [Am]Angelus bell o'er the [G]Liffey's [Em]swell rang [Am]out through the [Dm]Foggy [Am]Dew.

[VERSE 2]
Right [Am]proudly high o'er [G]Dublin [Em]Town they [Am]hung out the [Dm]flag of [Am]war,
'Twas [Am]better to die neath an [G]Irish [Em]sky than at [Am]Suvla or [Dm]Sud El [Am]Bar;
And [C]from the plains of [G]Royal [C]Meath strong [Am]men came [Em]hurrying [F]through,
While Brit[Am]tania's sons, with their [G]long range [Em]guns, sailed [Am]in through the [Dm]Foggy [Am]Dew.

[VERSE 3]
O, the [Am]night fell black, and the [G]rifles [Em]crack made [Am]Perfidious [Dm]Albion [Am]reel,
'Mid the [Am]leaden rain, seven [G]tongues of [Em]flame did [Am]shine o'er the [Dm]lines of s[Am]teel;
By each [C]shinning blade a [G]prayer was [C]said that to [Am]Ireland her [E]sons be [F]true,
And when [Am]morning broke still the [G]war flag [Em]shook out it's [Am]folds in the [Dm]Foggy [Am]Dew.

[VERSE 4]
'Twas [Am]England bade our [G]Wild Geese [Em]go that small [Am]nations [Dm]might be [Am]free,
But their [Am]lonely graves are by [G]Sulva's [Em]waves or the [Am]shores of the [Dm]Great North [Am]Sea.
Oh [C]had they died by [G]Pearse's [C]side or had [Am]fought with [Em]Cathal [F]Brugha,
Their [Am]names we'd keep where the [G]Fenians [Em]sleep, 'neath the [Am]shroud of the [Dm]Foggy [Am]Dew

[VERSE 5]
But the [Am]bravest fell, and the [G]requiem [Em]bell rang [Am]mournfully [Dm]and [Am]clear,
For [Am]those who died that [G]Easter[Em]tide in the [Am]springtime [Dm]of the [Am]year.
While the [C]world did gaze with [G]deep a[C]maze at those [Am]fearless [Em]men but [F]few,
Who [Am]bore the fight that [G]freedom's [Em]light might [Am]shine through the [Dm]Foggy [Am]Dew,

[VERSE 6]
Back [Am]through the glen I [G]rode [Em]again, and my [Am]heart with [Dm]grief was [Am]sore,
For [Am]I parted then wit[G]h valien[Em]t men who I [Am]never shall [Dm]see no[Am] more;
But [C]to and fro in my [G]dreams I [C]go, and I'd [Am]kneel and [Em]pray for [F]you,
For [Am]slavery fled, o' [G]glorious [Em]dead when you [Am]fell in the [Dm]Foggy [Am]Dew.