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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{The Foggy Dew}[by=Traditional]
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\beginverse
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As\[Mim] down the glen one Easter\[Ré] morn to a\[Sol] city \[Mim]fair rode I
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There\[Mim] Armed lines of marching\[Ré] men in \[Sol]squadrons\[Mim] passed me by
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No\[Sol] fife did hum nor\[Ré] battle\[Sim] drum did\[Sol] sound it's \[Mim]dread tatoo
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But the\[Mim] Angelus bell o'er the Liffey\[Ré] swell rang\[Sol] out through the\[Mim] foggy dew
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
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'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
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And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
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While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns 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 go that small nations might be free
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But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea
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Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha
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Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep '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 rang mournfully and clear
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For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
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And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
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Who bore the fight that freedom's light 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 and my heart with grief was sore
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For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
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But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
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For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew
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\endverse
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\endsong
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