irishsongs/songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg

\selectlanguage{english}
\songcolumns{2}
\beginsong{Foggy Dew}[by=Traditional]

\lilypond{the_foggy_dew}

\beginverse
As \[Am]down the glen one \[G]Easter \[Em]morn
 to a \[Am]city \[G]fair rode \[Am]I
There \[Am]Armed lines of \[G]marching \[Em]men
 in \[Am]squadrons \[Dm]passed me \[Am]by
No \[C]pipe did hum no \[G]battle \[C]drum
 did \[Am]sound it's \[Em]dread \[F]ta\[G]too
But the \[Am]Angelus bell o'er the \[G]Liffey \[Em]swell
 rang \[Am]out through the \[Dm]foggy \[Am]dew
\endverse

\beginverse
Right proudly high over Dublin Town
 they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
 than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
 strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
 sailed in through the foggy dew
\endverse

\beginverse
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese
 go that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
 or the shore of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
 or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
\endverse

\beginverse
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
 rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
 in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze,
 at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
 might shine through the foggy dew
\endverse

\beginverse
Ah, back through the glen I rode again
 and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
 whom I never shall see 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    
\endverse

\endsong