Foggy Dew
Ton : AEnglish
As Amdown the glen Gone Easter morn Cto a FciGty Amfair rode I,
There Amarmed lines of Gmarching men Cin Fsquadrons GpasAmsed me by;
No Cpipe did hum, nor GbatCtle drum Amdid sound Emits Amloud Gtattoo,
But the AmAngelus bell o'er Gthe Liffey's swell Crang out Fthrough Gthe AmFoggy Dew.
Right Amproudly high Go'er Dublin Town Cthey hung Fout Gthe Amflag of war,
'Twas Ambetter die 'neath Gan Irish sky than Cat FSuvla Gor AmSud El Bar;
And Cfrom the plains Gof CRoyal Meath Amstrong Emmen came AmhurryGing through,
While AmBritannia's Huns, with Gtheir long range guns, Csailed in Fthrough Gthe AmFoggy Dew.
O, the Amnight fell black, and Gthe rifles crack Cmade "FPerfidiGous AmAlbion" reel,
'Mid the Amleaden rain, Gseven tongues of flame Cdid shine Fo'er Gthe Amlines of steel;
By each Cshining blade Ga prayer Cwas said Amthat to EmIreland her Amsons Gbe true,
And when Ammorning broke still Gthe war flag shook out Cits folds Fin Gthe AmFoggy Dew.
'Twas AmEngland bade Gour Wild Geese go Cthat small FnaGtions Ammight be free,
But their Amlonely graves are Gby Suvla's waves or Cthe fringe Fof Gthe AmGreat North Sea.
Oh Chad they died Gby CPearse's Amside or had Emfought Amwith GCathal Brugha,
Their Amnames we'd keep where Gthe Fenians sleep, 'neath Cthe shroud Fof Gthe AmFoggy Dew
But the Ambravest fell, and Gthe requiem bell Crang FmournfulGly Amand clear,
For Amthose who died Gthe Eastertide in Cthe FspringGtime of Amthe year.
While the Cworld did gaze Gwith Cdeep Amamaze at those EmfearAmless men Gbut few,
Who Ambore the fight Gthat freedom's light Cmight shine Fthrough Gthe AmFoggy Dew,
Back Amthrough the glen GI rode again, and Cmy heart Fwith G Amgrief was sore,
For I Amparted then Gwith valiant men Cwho I FneGver Amshall see more;
But Cto and from in Gmy Cdreams I go, Amand I'd Emkneel and Ampray Gfor you,
For Amslavery fled, GO glorious dead when Cyou fell Fin Gthe AmFoggy Dew.