Alternativakkorde in Klammern



d(a) C(G) a(e)

As down the glen one Easter morn

d(a)C(G) d(a)

To a city fair rode I.

d(a) C(G) a(e)

There armed lines of marching men

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In squadrons passed me by.

F(C) C(G) F(C)

No fife did hum nor battle drum

d(a) B(F) d(a)C(G)

Did sound it4s dread (loud) tattoo,

d(a)a(e) d(a) C(G) a(e)

But the Angelus bell o4er the Liffey swell

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Rang out through the foggy dew.



Right proudly high over Dublin town

They hung out the flag of war.

4Twas better to die 4neath an Irish sky

Than at Suvla or Sud El Bar.

And from the plains of Royal Meath

Strong men came hurrying trough,

While Britannia4s huns with their long range guns

Sailed in from the foggy dew.



It was England bade our Wild Geese go,

That small nation might be free.

But their lonely graves are by Suvla4s waves

Or the shore of the great North Sea.

Oh had they died by Pearse4s side

Or had fought with Cathal Brugha.

Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep,

4Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.



But the bravest fell and the solemn bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Eastertide

In the springtime of the year.

And the world did gaze in deep amaze

At those fearless men but few

Who bore the fight that freedom4s light

Might shine through the foggy dew.