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songs/Traditional/The_Foggy_Dew.sg

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 \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