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Foggy Dew (The Dubliners) CAPO 2
As Am down the glen one G Easter Em morn to a C city G fair rode Am I,
There Am armed lines of G marching Em men in C squadrons G passed me Am by;
No C pipe did hum, nor G battle Em drum did C sound it's G loud ta Am ttoo,
But the An Am gelus bell o'er the G Liffey's Em swell rang out C through the G Foggy Am Dew.
Right Am proudly high o'er G Dublin Em Town they C hung out the G flag of Am war,
Twas Am better to die neath an G Irish Em sky than at C Suvla or G Sud El Am Bar;
And C from the plains of G Royal Em Meath strong C men came G hurrying Am through,
While Brit Am tania's sons, with their G long range Em guns, sailed C in through the G Foggy Am Dew.
Oh, Am the night fell black, and the G rifles
Em crack made C "Perfidious G Albion" Am reel,
'Mid Am the leaden rain, seven G tongues of Em flame did C shine o'er the G lines of Am steel;
By C each shinning blade a G prayer was Em said that to C Ireland her G sons be Am true,
And when Am morning broke still the G war flag Em shook out it's C folds in G the Foggy Am Dew.
'Twas Am England bade our G Wild Geese Em go, C that small nations G might be Am free,
But Am their lonely graves are by G Suvla's Em waves or the C fringe of the G Great North Am Sea.
Oh C had they died by G Pearse's Em side or had C fought with G Cathal Am Brugha,
Their names Am we'd keep where the G Fenians Em sleep, C 'neath the shroud of the G Foggy Am Dew
But Am the bravest fell, and the G requiem Em bell C rang mourn G fully and Am clear,
For Am those who died the G Eastertide Em in the C springtime G of the Am year.
C While the world did gaze with G deep am Em aze at those C fearless G men but Am few,
Who bore the Am fight that G freedom's Em light might C shine through the G Foggy Am Dew,
Back Am through the glen I G rode again, Em and my C heart with G grief was Am sore,
For Am I parted then with G valiant Em men who I C never shall G see Am more;
But C to and from in my G dreams I Em go, and C I'd kneel and G pray for Am you,
For Am slavery fled, O G glorious Em dead when you C fell in the G Foggy Am Dew.