This is an older irish song
Irish folk songs and traditional Irish songs were often sung in pubs.
Today you can get cd's and music for them.
Foggy Dew


     Em                          D                         G     Em
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city  fair rode I

           Em                  D                         G               Em
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by

      G                       D        G                                          Em                        
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo

                                              D                        G                                  Em
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
_________________________________________________________

         Em                        D                          G                              Em
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war

          Em                                D                         G                      Em
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar

       G                          D                              G                            Em
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through

                                                     D                                   G                               Em
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
_________________________________________________________

          Em                          D                             G                                  Em
'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free

               Em                            D                               G                                      Em
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea

       G                         D                        G                                   Em
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha

                                                          D                                     G                              Em      
Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew
__________________________________________________________

             Em                            D                  G                               Em
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear

      Em                            D                        G                        Em
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year

              G                           D                                 G                          Em
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few

                                       D                               G                                     Em
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
___________________________________________________________


      Em                                  D                            G                              Em
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore

         Em                     D                              G                       Em  
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more

     G                         D                              G                           Em                     
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,

                              D                                      G                       Em
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.