From 8ec4e89d091d09d228038f13246d059c25b1c9f2 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "benoit.darroux@gmail.com" Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2011 11:20:43 +0000 Subject: [PATCH] =?UTF-8?q?[Beno=C3=AEt]=20avec=20les=20bons=20accords=20:?= =?UTF-8?q?)?= MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit --- songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg | 34 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 34 insertions(+) diff --git a/songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg b/songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg index 496feba..59c5480 100644 --- a/songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg +++ b/songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg @@ -2,5 +2,39 @@ \songcolumns{2} \beginsong{The Foggy Dew}[by=Traditional] +\beginverse +As\[Mim] down the glen one Easter\[Ré] morn to a\[Sol] city \[Mim]fair rode I +There\[Mim] Armed lines of marching\[Ré] men in \[Sol]squadrons\[Mim] passed me by +No\[Sol] fife did hum nor\[Ré] battle\[Sim] drum did\[Sol] sound it's \[Mim]dread tatoo +But the\[Mim] Angelus bell o'er the Liffey\[Ré] swell rang\[Sol] out through the\[Mim] foggy 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 \ No newline at end of file