Liam Clancy - The foggy dew

As ^Fdown the glen one ^GEaster morn to a ^Ccity ^Amfair rode I When ^FIreland's lines of ^Gmarching men in ^Csquadrons ^Ampassed me by No ^Cpipes did ^Emhum and no ^Gbattle ^Cdrum did ^Amsound it's dread tat^Ftoo But the ^AmAngelus ^Fbell o'er the ^GLiffey's swell rang ^Cout in the ^AmFoggy Dew

Right ^Fproudly high over ^GDublin Town, they ^Chung out the ^Amflag of war For 'twas ^Fbetter to die 'neath an ^GIrish sky than at ^CSuvla or ^AmSud El Bar And ^Cfrom the ^Emplains of ^GRoyal ^CMeath strong ^Ammen came hurrying ^Fthrough While Bri^Amtannia's ^Fsons, with their ^Glong range guns, sailed ^Cin from the ^AmFoggy Dew

'Twas ^FEngland bade our ^GWild Geese go, that small ^Cnations ^Ammight be free But their ^Flonely graves are by ^GSuvla's waves or the ^Cfringe of the ^Amgrey North Sea But ^Chad they ^Emdied by ^GPearse's ^Cside or ^Amfought with Valera ^Ftrue Their ^Amgraves we'd ^Fkeep where our ^GFenians sleep, 'neath the ^Chills of the ^AmFoggy Dew

Now, the ^Fbravest fell and the ^Gsullen bell rang ^Cmournful^Amly and clear For ^Fthose who died that ^GEastertide in the ^Cspringing ^Amof the year And the ^Cworld did ^Emgaze in ^Gdeep a^Cmaze at those ^Amfearless men and ^Ftrue Who ^Ambore the ^Ffight that ^Gfreedom's light might ^Cshine through the ^AmFoggy Dew