The Foggy Dew - The Young Dubliners
Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
N.C.
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
N.C.
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
N.C.
No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo
N.C.
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
Right proudly
high o'er Dubl
in Town they h
ung out the fl
ag of war
Twas better di
e neath an Iri
sh sky than at
Suvla or Sud
El Bar
And from the p
lains of Royal
Meath strong
men came hurry
ing through
While Brittani
a's sons, with
their long ra
nge guns, sail
ed in through
the Foggy Dew
[Interlude]
[Verse 3]
'Twas England
bade our Wild
Geese go, that
small nations
might be free
But their lone
ly graves are
by Suvla's wav
es or the frin
ge of the Grea
t North Sea
Oh had they di
ed by Pearse's
side or had f
ought with Cat
hal Brugha
Their names we
'd keep where
the Fenians sl
eep, 'neath th
e shroud of th
e Foggy Dew
[Interlude]
[Verse 4]
But the braves
t fell, and th
e requiem bell
rang mournful
ly and clear
For those who
died the Easte
rtide in the s
pringtime of t
he year
While the worl
d did gaze wit
h deep amaze a
t those fearle
ss men but few
Who bore the f
ight that free
dom's light mi
ght shine thro
ugh the Foggy
Dew
Who bore the f
ight that free
dom's light mi
ght shine thro
ugh the Foggy
Dew
Might shine th
rough the Fogg
y Dew
Might shine th
rough the Fogg
y Dew