Irish Republic (1919-1922) Patriotic Song "The Foggy Dew" Chords

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_ [D] _ As down the glen [Dm] one Easter morn, To city fair O'di,
_ There arm'd lines [D] of marching men, And squadrons pass me [Dm]
by.
_ [F] No pipes did hum, no battle drum, Did sound its loud [Bb]
tattoo,
_ [D] But the angelous bell, o'er the lifty swell, [Dm] Rang out in the foggy dew. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ Riley proudly I [C] over Dublin [Dm] town, Then flung out the flag of war.
_ Was better to die, [C] meet an Irish [Dm] try, Than live soot'la horse o' _ Delbar.
[F] And from the plains [C] of Royal [Am] [Dm] Meath, Southern men [Am] came [Dm] hurrying through,
_ While Britannia's hounds [C] with their great big [Dm] guns,
Stared in through the foggy dew.
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_ _ For the night fell black, [Am] and the rifle's crack, [Dm] Made perfidious Albion real.
_ If the laden wane, [Am] seven tongues of [Dm] flame, Did shine o'er the lines of steel,
_ [F] By its shining blade, [C] a prayer [Am] was said, [Dm] That to Ireland [Am] the song [Dm] be true.
_ When the morning broke, [C] still the war [Am] flag shook, [Dm] Out its fold [Am] in the [Dm] foggy dew. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] T'was England, _ [C] Bader, Wilge, [Am] Scow, [Dm] That small [Gm] nations might [D] be free,
_ But their [Dm] lonely graves [C] are base o' silver [Am] waves, [Dm] On the fringe [Gm] of the great [Dm] North Sea.
[F] O had they died [C] by [Am] Pearce's side, [Dm] Or fought [Am] with _ [Bb]
Caldwell,
_ [D] Their names we would keep [Am] where the Fenians sleep, [Bb] In the shroud [C] of the [Dm] foggy dew.
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_ _ For the bravest spell and the Requiem bell, Ring mournfully and clear.
_ For those who died [Am] at _ [C] Eastertide, [Dm] In the springtime of the year,
[F] While the world did gaze [C] with deep [F] amazement, At those fearless men [Bb] but few,
[Dm] _ Who bore their fight [C] that the freedom's light, [Bb] Might shine [Dm] through the foggy dew. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Back through the glen [Am] I rode again, [Dm] My heart with fear was sore,
While I parted with [C] those gallant [Dm] men, Whom I'll [Gm] never see [Dm] no _ more.
[F] But to Anfro, [Am] in my dreams I go, [Dm] And I kneel [Am] and I pray [Bb] for you,
[D] For slavery [Dm] _
fled, _ _ _ [C] O _ glorious _ _ dead, _ [Bb] When you fell [C] in the foggy [Dm] dew. _
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