The Foggy Dew Luke Kelly lyrics and guitar chords. recorded by The Wolfe Tones, The
Dubliners Francis Black and Paddy Reilly to name a few. It's unclear as to who wrote this song, it was either Peadar
Kearney or Cannon Charles O'Neill.
As[Am] down the glen one Easter[G] morn to a[C] city [Am]fair rode I There[Am] Armed lines of marching[G] men in [C]squadrons[Am]
passed me by No[C] fife did hum nor[G] battle[Em] drum did[C] sound it's [Am]dread tatoo But the[Am] Angelus bell o'er
the Liffey[G] swell rang[C] out through the[Am] foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag
of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong
men came hurrying through While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas
Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore
of the Great North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we will keep where
the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and
clear For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those
fearless men, but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Ah, back through
the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more But
to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy
dew
Lyrics and tab, The foggy dew
On Easter Sunday morning in 1916 a small group of Irish volunteers took possession of the G.P.O in
Dublin and so began the Easter rising. It was a force of about 150 men and women who took on the might of The British
Empere. Over 20,000 British troops were in or around Dublin at the time. A hugh crowd gathered at Sackville St. , now
O'Connell Street and listened to Padraic Pearse read the proclamation of The Irish Republic, ''Irishmen and Irish women in
the name of God and the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood,,,,,,,,
