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62 lines
1.7 KiB
\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Foggy Dew}[by=Traditional]
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\lilypond{the_foggy_dew}
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\beginverse
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As \[Am]down the glen one \[G]Easter \[Em]morn
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to a \[Am]city \[G]fair rode \[Am]I
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There \[Am]Armed lines of \[G]marching \[Em]men
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in \[Am]squadrons \[Dm]passed me \[Am]by
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No \[C]pipe did hum no \[G]battle \[C]drum
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did \[Am]sound it's \[Em]dread \[F]ta\[G]too
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But the \[Am]Angelus bell o'er the \[G]Liffey \[Em]swell
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rang \[Am]out through the \[Dm]foggy \[Am]dew
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Right proudly high over Dublin Town
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they hung out the flag of war
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'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
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than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
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And from the plains of Royal Meath
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strong men came hurrying through
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While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
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sailed in through the foggy dew
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese
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go that small nations might be free
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But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
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or the shore of the Great North Sea
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Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
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or fought with Cathal Brugha
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Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
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'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
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rang mournfully and clear
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For those who died that Eastertide
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in the springing of the year
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And the world did gaze, in deep amaze,
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at those fearless men, but few
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Who bore the fight that freedom's light
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might shine through the foggy dew
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Ah, back through the glen I rode again
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and my heart with grief was sore
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For I parted then with valiant men
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whom I never shall see more
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But to and fro in my dreams
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I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
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For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
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When you fell in the foggy dew
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\endverse
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\endsong
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