Chords for Young Dubliners Foggy Dew

[Am] Twas down to Glen one Easter morn, to a city fair old I,
_ _ Those armoured lines of marching men in _ squadrons passed me by.
_ _ No pipe did hum, no battle _ drum did sound its dread tattoo, _
But the [F] Angela's [G] bells, o'er the lifty [Em] swell, [Am] rang out [G] o'er the [Am] foggy [Dm] dew.
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_ Bright [F] proudly high [G] over [Em] _
Dublin's hell, [Am] they hung [G] out the [Am] flag of war.
What [F] better to die [G] need than Irish [Am] sky, that's who [G] blarghs who [A] delvar.
_ [C] And from the plains [Em] of Royal Meath, [Am] some men [G] came [Am] hurrying through,
While [F] Britannia's hounds [G] with their long [Em]-range guns, [A] sailed out [G] o'er the [A] foggy dew.
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_ Was England [F] made [G] our wild [A] geese go, a small [G] nation might [Am] be free,
_ But their [F] lonely graves [G] are by [Em] Sylva's way, [A] on the fringe [G] of the great [Am] North Sea.
[Dm] [C] All had they died [G] by [Em] Pearce's side, [A] and fought [G] with [Am] cattle brew.
Their names [F] we would keep [G] where the Fenian sleep, [Am] neat the shroud [G] of the [Am] foggy dew.
_ _ _ [F] But _ [G] _ _
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_ the [F] bravest fell [G] as the Requiem's [Am] bells rang [G] mournfully _ [Am] unclear.
_ For those [F] who died [G] at Easter's [Am] height, in the [G] springtime of [Am] their year.
_ [C] And the world decayed [G] with [Em] deep amazement, [Am] at those fearless [G] men [Am] but few.
_ Who for [F] the fight [Em] saw that freedom's light, [A] might shine [G] through the [Am] foggy dew.
_ Who for [F] the fight [Em] saw that freedom's light, [Am] might shine [G] through the [Am] foggy dew.
_ Might shine [G] through the [A] foggy dew.
_ [Am] My tight little [A] foggy dude _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
_ For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never will see no more
_ _ But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for _ you
_ For slavery _ fled, O glorious dead
_ When you fell in the _ foggy dew
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