The Foggy Dew Lyrics & Chords By Shirley Collins

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its...read more

In Yarmouth town there lived a man He had a little tavern by the strand And the landlord had a daughter fair Pretty little thing with golden hair Won't you come down ...read more

It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by No pipes did hum or no battle drum did sound its dread...read more

I was down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo. ...read more

It was down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I. Their armoured lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by. No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread...read more