Dubliners - Foggy dew

^DmAs down the glen one Eas^Cter morn^{Am F}to a city fair r^Gode I ^{Dm Dm}There Armed lines of mar^Cching me^Amn ^Fin squadrons pas^Gsed me b^Dmy ^FNo fife did hum ^Gnor batt^Dmle drum ^Dmdid sound it's d^Amread tat^Dmtoo ^DmBut the Angelus bell o'e^Cr the Li^Amffey swell ^Frang out through^G the fog^Dmgy dew

^DmRight proudly high over ^CDublin T^Amown ^Fthey hung out the flag o^Gf war ^{Dm Dm}'Twas better to die 'nea^Cth an Ir^Amish sky ^Fthan at Sulva or^G Sud El ^DmBar ^FAnd from the pla^Gins of R^Dmoyal Meath ^Dmstrong men came ^Amhurrying^Dm through ^DmWhile Britannia's Huns, ^Cwith the^Amir long range guns ^Fsailed in throug^Gh the fo^Dmggy dew

^Dm'Twas Britannia bade our^C Wild Ge^Amese go ^Fthat small nations might^G be free^{Dm Dm}But their lonely graves ^Care by S^Amulva's waves ^For the shore of ^Gthe Grea^Dmt North Sea ^FOh, had they die^Gd by Pea^Dmrse's side ^Dmor fought with C^Amathal Br^Dmugha ^DmTheir names we will keep^C where t^Amhe fenians sleep ^F'neath the shrou^Gd of the^Dm foggy dew

^DmBut the bravest fell, an^Cd the re^Amquiem bell ^Frang mournfully and clea^Gr ^{Dm Dm}For those who died that ^CEasterti^Amde ^Fin the springing^G of the ^Dmyear ^FAnd the world di^Gd gaze, ^Dmin deep amaze, ^Dmat those fearles^Ams men, b^Dmut few ^DmWho bore the fight that ^Cfreedom'^Ams light ^Fmight shine thro^Gugh the ^Dmfoggy dew

^DmOh, back through the gle^Cn I rode^Am again ^FAnd my heart with grief ^Gwas sore^{Dm Dm}For I parted then with v^Caliant m^Amen ^FWhom I never sha^Gll see m^Dmore ^FBut to and fro i^Gn my dre^Dmams I go ^DmAnd I'd kneel an^Amd pray f^Dmor you, ^DmFor slavery fled, O glor^Cious dea^Amd, ^FWhen you fell in^G the fog^Dmgy dew.