The Foggy Dew - Irish Rebel Song (Lyrics) Chords

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As down the glen [Dm] one Easter morn, To a city fair o'er die, _
There are lines of marching men, And squadrons pass me by. _
[F] No pipes [C] did hum, no battle drum, [F] Did sound its loud [Bb] tattoo, _
[E] But the angelic spell, [Am] or the lifty swell, [Bb] Rang out [Dm] in the foggy dew. _
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Riley proudly high [C] o'er Dublin [Dm] town, They flung out the flag of war.
Was better to die [Am] neath an irish sky, [Dm] Than at Suvla [D] or Sud Elba. _
[F] And from the plains [C] of Royal [Am]
[Dm] Neath, Some young men [Am] came [Dm] hurrying through, _
While Britannia's hounds [Am] with their great big guns,
[Bb] Sailed in [D] through the foggy dew. _
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Oh, the night fair black, [C] and the rifles crack, [Dm] May profiteous Albi unreal. _
Did the laden rain [Am] seven tongues of flame, [Dm] Did shine o'er the lions of steel. _
[F] By its shining glade, [C] a prayer [Am] was said, [Dm] That to Ireland [Am] the songs [Dm] be true. _
When the morning broke, [Am] still the war flag shook, [Dm] Out its fold [Am] in the [Dm] foggy dew. _
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[D] Was England bade [C] our wild geese go, [Dm] That small [Gm] nations might [D] be free. _
But their [Dm] lonely graves [C] are big Suvla's [Am] waves, [Dm] On the fringe [Gm] of the great [Dm] North Sea.
[F] Oh, had they died [C] by tears [Am] to sight, [Dm] Of what [Am] would [Bb] come of war. _
[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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Oh, the bravest fell under Rykeby and Bell, Cling mournfully and clear. _
For those who died [C] at _ Eastertide, [Dm] In the springtime of the year. _
[F] While the world did gaze [C] with deep amaze, [F] At the fearless [Am] men [Bb] but few. _
[Dm] Who bore their fight, [D] that the [C] freedom's light, [Dm] Might shine through the foggy dew. _
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Back to their glen [C] I rode again, [Dm] My heart with heat was sold.
But I parted with [C] those gallant [Dm] men, Whom I'll never [Gm] see [Dm] no more.
But [F] to Anfro [C] in my dreams [Am] I go, [Dm] And I kneel and I pray for you.
For slavery _ fled, _ _ _ [C] Oh, _ glorious dead.
_ _ _ When you [Bb] fell [C] in the _ [Dm] foggy dew. _ _ _
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