Am               G      Em        C    F    G    Am
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I,
    Am               G        Em      C        F     G  Am
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by;
   C                 G       Em       C         F    G     Am
No pipe did hum, nor battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo,
          Am                    G       Em              C         F   G  Am   Am G Em C F G Am
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the Foggy Dew.


[Verse 2]

    Am                  G      Em        C            F    G  Am
Right proudly high o'er Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war,
    Am                   G     Em          C         F  G  Am
Twas better die neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar;
   C                   G     Em          C         F     G   Am
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through,
          Am                       G            Em         C              F   G     Am     Am G Em C G Am
While Brittania's sons, with their long range guns, sailed in through the Foggy Dew.


[Verse 3]

    Am                            G      Em        C            G       Am
O, the night fell black, and the rifles crack made "Perfidious Albion" reel,
    Am                          G        Em       C               G        Am
'Mid the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel;
   C                          G       Em         C            G      Am
By each shinning blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true,
          Am                     G        Em             C          G       Am
And when morning broke still the war flag shook out it's folds in the Foggy Dew.


[Verse 4]

    Am                 G          Em  C                  F     G  Am
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go, that small nations might be free,
    Am                         G       Em            C            F    G      Am
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the Great North Sea.
   C                  G         Em       C           F     G     Am
Oh had they died by Pearse's side or had fought with Cathal Brugha,
          Am                    G       Em    C                         F  G  Am    Am G Em C G Am
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew


[Verse 5]

    Am                        G       Em    C         F  G      Am
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear,
    Am                 G         Em   C             F    G  Am
For those who died the Eastertide in the springtime of the year.
   C                          G      Em       C            F    G    Am
While the world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men but few,
          Am            G            Em       C                 F  G    Am
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew,


[Verse 6]

    Am                   G        Em        C          F    G   Am
Back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore,
    Am                  G       Em      C            F   G   Am
For I parted then with valiant men who I never shall see more;
   C                   G       Em      C             F  G     Am
But to and from in my dreams I go, and I'd kneel and pray for you,
    Am              G         Em           C           F  G  Am
For slavery fled, O glorious dead when you fell in the Foggy Dew.