The Foggy Dew Chords by Derek Warfield & The Young Wolfe Tones

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I'll stand there, glen-worn, Easter-morn, To a city fair, O'di.
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There are lines [Dm] of marching men, If squadrons pass me by.
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[F] No pikes, [Am] they come, no battle [F]-dron, It's sound, it's loud, [Bb] too. _
[D] But the angelous bell, [Dm] or the leafy swell, Rang out in the foggy dew. _
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Riding proudly high [C] over Dublin [Dm] town, They flung out the flag of war.
Was better to die, [Am] meet an Irish sky, [Dm] Than if Souffler bore Sir Delbar. _
[F] And from the plains [C] of [Am] Royal [Dm] Meath, Strong men came _ hurrying through,
While Britannia's hounds [Am] with their great big guns,
[Bb] Sent in [D] through the foggy dew. _ _
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Oh, the night fell black, [Am] and the rifles' crack, [Dm] Made profanity a salve unreal. _
With the laden way and [Am] seven tongues of flame, [Dm] Did shine o'er the lions of steel. _
[F] By its shining blade, [C] a prayer [Am] was said, [Dm] That to Ireland the songs be true.
When the morning broke, [Am] still the war flag shook, [Dm] Out its fold in the foggy dew. _ _
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[D] Twas England bade [C] our wild [Am] geese go, [Dm] That small [Gm] nations might [D] be free. _
But their [Dm] lonely graves [C] are based to [Am] Blasweyves, [Dm] On the fringe [Gm] of the great [Dm] North Sea. _
[F] Oh, had they died [C] by fierce assailant, [Dm] Or fought [A] with _ [Bb] Caldwell. _
[D] Their names we would keep [Am] where the Fenians sleep, [Bb] Near the shroud [Am] of the [Dm] foggy dew.
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Oh, the bravest spell and the Requiem bell, Ring mournfully and clear. _
For those who died [Am] at _ [C] Eastertide, [Dm] In the springtime of the year.
Oh, [F] while the world did gaze [Am] with deep amaze, [F] On those fearless men [Bb] but few,
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Who bore their fight that the [C] freedom's light, [Bb] Might shine [Dm] through the foggy dew. _ _
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Back through the Glen [C] I rode again, [Dm] My heart [Gm] grip deep [Dm] was sore.
While I parted with [C] those gallant [Dm] men, Whom I'll never see no more.
[F] But to Anfro [C] in my dreams [Am] I go, [Dm] And I kneel and I pray for you.
For slavery _ fled, _ _ _ [Am] Oh, glorious _ _ dead.
_ [C] When [Bb] you fell in [C] the [Dm] foggy dew. _ _ _ _
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