Verse 1
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by;
C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew.
Verse 2
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Twas better die neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar;
C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) While Brittania's Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew.
Verse 3
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) O, the night fell black, and the rifles crack made "Perfidious Albion" reel,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) 'Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel;
C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) By each shinning blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the Foggy Dew.
Verse 4
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea.
C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) Oh had they died by Pearse's side or had fought with Cathal Brugha,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew
Verse 5
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) For those who died the Eastertide in the springtime of the year.
C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew,
Verse 6
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) For I parted then with valient men who I never shall see more;
C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Em (022000@1) Am (x02210@1) But to and from in my dreams I go, and I'd kneel and pray for you,
Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) For slavery fled, O glorious dead when you fell in the Foggy Dew.
