N-The Foggy Dew
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S-100
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B-4/4
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M-1F-8_a-8 S-6 b-4 a-8_F-8 b-4 a-8_F-8 E-4 F-4 A-4 B-8 C-8 D-8_F-8 E-8_D-8 B-5 A-8 B-2 P-4 R-4 F-8_a-8
L-         'Twas  down      the  glen       one   Eas-   ter      morn,   To   a   ci-     ty    fair        rode I.              When
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M-4b-4 a-8_F-8 b-4 a-8_F-8 E-4 E-8_F-8 A-4 B-8_C-8 D-8_F-8 E-8_D-8 B-4 B-8_A-8 B-3 R-8 A-8
L-      Ire-        land's line    of     march-  ing     men      In      squad-  rons  passed    me      by.                       No
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M-4D-5 F-8 a-4 G-8 F-8 E-8 E-5 F-4 D-8_E-8 F-4 d-8_c-8 b-8_a-8 F-8_a-8 b-2 R-4 F-8 a-8
L-         pipe      did  hum,   and no    bat- tle      drum      Did    sound    it's    dread   tat-  too,                      But the
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M-4b-4 a-8 F-8 b-4 a-8 F-8 E-8 F-5 A-4 B-8_C-8 D-8_F-8 E-8 D-8 B-8 B-4_A-8 B-3 S-6 S-6
L-      An-       ge- lus  bell o'er the Lif-fey's        swell     Rang  out     in the fog-    gy        dew.