[Intro]
                (2X)

[Verse 1]
            
As down the gl

             
en one Easter 

           
morn to a city

         
 fair rode I
            
There armed li

             
nes of marchin

           
g men in squad

            
rons passed me

 
 by
             
No fife did hu

            
m, no battle d

           
rum did sound 

           
its lonely tat

too
            
But the Angelu

              
s bell o'er th

           
e Liffey's swe

             
ll rang out on

         
 the Foggy Dew


[Verse 2]
            
Oh it proudly 

             
high over Dubl

           
in sky they hu

            
ng out the fla

     
g of war
            
It was better 

              
to die beneath

           
 the Irish sky

             
 than at Suvla

         
 or Sud El Bar
             
And from the p

             
lains of Royal

            
 Meath strong 

            
men came march

    
ing through
            
Oh and Brittan

              
ia's sons, and

             
 their long ra

            
nge guns, sail

           
ed into the Fo

    
ggy Dew


[Verse 3]
            
Well, the nigh

              
t it grew blac

             
k, and the rif

            
le crack made 

           
Perfidious Alb

    
ion reel
            
Through the le

              
aden rain, sev

             
en tongues of 

           
flame rang out

            
 over lines on

 
 steel
             
And to every b

             
lade a prayer 

            
it was said th

            
at to Ireland 

              
I amend it be 


true
             
And when the m

             
orning broke o

             
ut the war fla

            
g shook out it

             
's folds in th

      
e Foggy Dew


[Verse 4]
            
Well it was En

              
gland that bad

             
e our Wild Gee

           
se go, that sm

            
all nations mi

       
ght be free
            
But their lone

              
ly graves are 

           
by Suvla's wav

             
es or on the f

              
ringes on the 

          
Great North Se

a
             
For had they d

             
ied by Pearse'

          
s side or foug

              
ht with Cathal

 
 Brugha
            
Their names we

              
 would keep wh

             
ere the men al

            
l sleep, under

             
 the shroud of

         
 the Foggy Dew


[Verse 5]
            
But the braves

              
t fell, and th

           
e requiem bell

           
 rang mournful

       
ly and clear
            
For those who 

             
died that East

            
ertide in the 

           
springtime of 

    
the year
             
And the world 

              
it did gaze in

           
 deep amaze at

            
 those gallant

         
 men but true
            
Who bore the f

             
ight that free

            
dom's light mi

             
ght shine thro

            
ugh the Foggy 


Dew


[Verse 6]
            
Well back o'er

             
 the glen I ro

            
de again, and 

             
my heart with 

           
grief it was s


ore
            
For I parted t

             
hen with valia

           
nt men who I n

            
ever shall see

    
 no more
             
And to and fro

             
 in my sleep I

            
 go, and I'll 

            
kneel and I pr

       
ay for you
            
Oh slavery fle

            
d, O gallant d

            
ead when you f

            
ell on the Fog

   
gy Dew
           
Oh slavery fle

             
d, our gloriou

            
s dead when yo

             
u died in the 

    
Foggy Dew