The Foggy Dew Chords by Young Dubliners

_ _ _ Twas down the glen one Easter morn, to a city [G] fair old I.
_ Those armour [Gm] lines of margin men in squadrons passed me by.
_ _ No pipe did hum, no battle drum [C#m] did sound its [D] dread tattoo.
But [C#m] the angel's bell, called a luffy swell, rang [G#] out all the _ foggy dew.
[B] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ [G] Proudly I [F#m]
averred Dublin town, [B] they hung [A] out the [B] flag of war.
_ But [G] better die, [A] need than [F#m] Irish guy, [B] to soothe [A] our [B] soothed elver.
_ [D] And from the [A] wings of [F#] Wyoming, _ [B] trumpet [A] came [B] ringing through.
Well [G] Britannia's sons [A] with their long [F#m]-range guns, [B] sailed out [A] all the [B] foggy dew.
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_ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _
_ _ Twas [G] England made [A] our [F#] wildest life, [B] that small [A] nations might [Bm] be brave.
The [B] [G] lonely graves [F#m] of my super slaves, [Bm] had fringe [E] of the [D] great [B] North Sea.
[D] Oh, as they [A] died my fears [F#m] subside, [B] hard fog [A] with a [B] cold brew.
I turned an [G] angel's keep, [A] where I'd be [F#] in sleep, [B] and ate the shroud [A] of the _ [B]
foggy dew.
_ _ _ [G] But [A] _
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_ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] the bravest spell, [A] that [F#] Requiem bell, [Bm] rang _ [A] momentally [B] and clear.
_ For those [G] who died [F#m] that Easter tide, [Bm] to the [A] springtime of [B] the year.
_ [D] And the world did [A] gaze with deep [F#m] amaze, [B] at a spear [A] that men [B] would give.
_ Before [G] the flanks [A] of [F#m] freedom's flight, [B] might shine [A] through the [B] foggy dew. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ [B] Might shine [A] through the [B] foggy _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ dew. _
Might shine through [A] the _ _ foggy _ _ [B] dew. _ _ _
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