Intro: Am C G C Am
verse 1:
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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
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When Ireland's lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
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No pipes did hum and no battle drum did sound it's dread tattoo
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But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out in the Foggy Dew
verse 2:
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Right proudly high over Dublin Town, they hung out the flag of war
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For 'twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
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And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
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While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in from the Foggy Dew
verse 3:
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'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that small nations might be free
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But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the grey North Sea
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But had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Valera true
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Their graves we'd keep where our Fenians sleep, 'neath the hills of the Foggy Dew
verse 4:
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Now, the bravest fell and the sullen bell rang mournfully and clear
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For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
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And the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men and true
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Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew