Artist: Traditional Irish
[VERSE 1]
As[Am] down the glen one E[G]aster morn to a [C]city [G]fair rod[Am]e I,
Th[Am]ere armed lines of m[G]arching men in [C]squadrons [G]passed me[Am] by;
N[C]o pipe did hum, nor [G]battle [Am]drum did sound it's lo[Em]ud tatto[Am]o,
But the [Am]Angelus bell o'er the [G]Liffey's swell rang [C]out through the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
[VERSE 2]
Right [Am]proudly high o'er [G]Dublin Town they [C]hung out the [G]flag of [Am]war,
Twas [Am]better die neath an [G]Irish sky than at [C]Suvla or [G]Sud El [Am]Bar;
And [C]from the plains of [G]Royal [Am]Meath strong men came [Em]hurrying [Am]through,
While [Am]Brittania's Huns, with their [G]long range guns, sailed [C]in through the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
[VERSE 3]
O, the [Am]night fell black, and the [G]rifles crack made &[C]quot;Perfid[G]ious Alb[Am]ion" reel,
'Mid the [Am]leaden rain, seven [G]tongues of flame did [C]shine o'er the [G]lines of [Am]steel;
By each [C]shinning blade a [G]prayer was said that to [Am]Ireland her [Em]sons be [Am]true,
And when [Am]morning broke still the [G]war flag shook out it's [C]folds in the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
[VERSE 4]
'Twas [Am]England bade our [G]Wild Geese go that [C]small nations [G]might be [Am]free,
But their [Am]lonely graves are by [G]Suvla's waves or the [C]fringe of the [G]Great North [Am]Sea.
Oh [C]had they died by [G]Pearse's [Am]side or had fought with [Em]Cathal Bru[Am]gha,
Their [Am]names we'd keep where the [G]Fenians sleep, 'neath the [C]shroud of the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew
[VERSE 5]
But the [Am]bravest fell, and the [G]requiem bell rang m[C]ournfully [G]and [Am]clear,
For [Am]those who died the [G]Eastertide in the [C]springtime of [G]the [Am]year.
While the [C]world did gaze with [G]deep [Am]amaze at those fearless [Em]men but [Am]few,
Who [Am]bore the fight that [G]freedom's light might [C]shine through the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew,
[VERSE 6]
Back [Am]through the glen I [G]rode again, and my [C]heart with [G]grief was [Am]sore,
For I [Am]parted then with [G]valient men who I [C]never [G]shall see [Am]more;
But [C]to and from in my [G]dreams I [Am]go, and I'd kneel and [Em]pray for [Am]you,
For [Am]slavery fled, O [G]glorious dead when you [C]fell in the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
As[Am] down the glen one E[G]aster morn to a [C]city [G]fair rod[Am]e I,
Th[Am]ere armed lines of m[G]arching men in [C]squadrons [G]passed me[Am] by;
N[C]o pipe did hum, nor [G]battle [Am]drum did sound it's lo[Em]ud tatto[Am]o,
But the [Am]Angelus bell o'er the [G]Liffey's swell rang [C]out through the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
[VERSE 2]
Right [Am]proudly high o'er [G]Dublin Town they [C]hung out the [G]flag of [Am]war,
Twas [Am]better die neath an [G]Irish sky than at [C]Suvla or [G]Sud El [Am]Bar;
And [C]from the plains of [G]Royal [Am]Meath strong men came [Em]hurrying [Am]through,
While [Am]Brittania's Huns, with their [G]long range guns, sailed [C]in through the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
[VERSE 3]
O, the [Am]night fell black, and the [G]rifles crack made &[C]quot;Perfid[G]ious Alb[Am]ion" reel,
'Mid the [Am]leaden rain, seven [G]tongues of flame did [C]shine o'er the [G]lines of [Am]steel;
By each [C]shinning blade a [G]prayer was said that to [Am]Ireland her [Em]sons be [Am]true,
And when [Am]morning broke still the [G]war flag shook out it's [C]folds in the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
[VERSE 4]
'Twas [Am]England bade our [G]Wild Geese go that [C]small nations [G]might be [Am]free,
But their [Am]lonely graves are by [G]Suvla's waves or the [C]fringe of the [G]Great North [Am]Sea.
Oh [C]had they died by [G]Pearse's [Am]side or had fought with [Em]Cathal Bru[Am]gha,
Their [Am]names we'd keep where the [G]Fenians sleep, 'neath the [C]shroud of the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew
[VERSE 5]
But the [Am]bravest fell, and the [G]requiem bell rang m[C]ournfully [G]and [Am]clear,
For [Am]those who died the [G]Eastertide in the [C]springtime of [G]the [Am]year.
While the [C]world did gaze with [G]deep [Am]amaze at those fearless [Em]men but [Am]few,
Who [Am]bore the fight that [G]freedom's light might [C]shine through the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew,
[VERSE 6]
Back [Am]through the glen I [G]rode again, and my [C]heart with [G]grief was [Am]sore,
For I [Am]parted then with [G]valient men who I [C]never [G]shall see [Am]more;
But [C]to and from in my [G]dreams I [Am]go, and I'd kneel and [Em]pray for [Am]you,
For [Am]slavery fled, O [G]glorious dead when you [C]fell in the [F]Foggy [Am]Dew.
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