Chords for Foggy Dew
Tempo:
82.05 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
D
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
As down the glen [A] on Easter [D] Morn [Bm] to the [Em] city fell [Bm] old I,
There armoured lines [A] of [D] marching men [Bm] in [Em] squadrons passed [Bm] me by.
[D] No piped hum, [A] nor battle [D] drum [Bm] did sound its glad tatoo,
But the ants and the smell [A] of the lively [D] squall [Bm] rang out [Em] through the fog.
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
Right proudly high [A] over Dublin [D] town [Bm] they hung [Em] out the flag [Bm] of war.
Was better to die [A] beneath an Irish [D] sky [Bm] than at [Em] Southwark's [Bm] Soodale Bar.
[D] And from the flames [A] of my [D] old maids [Bm] from whence came hurrying thrones,
[A] Their long [D] reigns on, [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
was Britannia, [A] Padau, Rye, [D] Leeds, Thorpe,
[Bm] That small nation [Em] might [Bm] be free.
But their lonely graves [A] have I so [D] much graced all [Bm] the shores of [Em] the great [Bm] sea.
[D] Though at St.
D'Ide [A] I killed [D] self-sired, [Bm] all fought with cavalry,
Their names we would keep [A] where the [D] pinions sleep,
East [Bm] the shroud of [Em] the [Bm] foggy ewe.
But the bravest fell, [A] and the wrecked [D] fell, [Bm] strangled [Em] fully [Bm] and clear.
For those who died, [A] that Easter [D] tide, [Bm] the spring [Em] [Bm] of year.
[D]
And the world is gaze, [A] indeed [D] the maze, [Bm] that those fearless men must view.
Oh for the fight, [A] that freedom [D] fight, [Bm] might shine [Em] through the [Bm] foggy ewe.
Foggy ewe.
There armoured lines [A] of [D] marching men [Bm] in [Em] squadrons passed [Bm] me by.
[D] No piped hum, [A] nor battle [D] drum [Bm] did sound its glad tatoo,
But the ants and the smell [A] of the lively [D] squall [Bm] rang out [Em] through the fog.
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
Right proudly high [A] over Dublin [D] town [Bm] they hung [Em] out the flag [Bm] of war.
Was better to die [A] beneath an Irish [D] sky [Bm] than at [Em] Southwark's [Bm] Soodale Bar.
[D] And from the flames [A] of my [D] old maids [Bm] from whence came hurrying thrones,
[A] Their long [D] reigns on, [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm]
was Britannia, [A] Padau, Rye, [D] Leeds, Thorpe,
[Bm] That small nation [Em] might [Bm] be free.
But their lonely graves [A] have I so [D] much graced all [Bm] the shores of [Em] the great [Bm] sea.
[D] Though at St.
D'Ide [A] I killed [D] self-sired, [Bm] all fought with cavalry,
Their names we would keep [A] where the [D] pinions sleep,
East [Bm] the shroud of [Em] the [Bm] foggy ewe.
But the bravest fell, [A] and the wrecked [D] fell, [Bm] strangled [Em] fully [Bm] and clear.
For those who died, [A] that Easter [D] tide, [Bm] the spring [Em] [Bm] of year.
[D]
And the world is gaze, [A] indeed [D] the maze, [Bm] that those fearless men must view.
Oh for the fight, [A] that freedom [D] fight, [Bm] might shine [Em] through the [Bm] foggy ewe.
Foggy ewe.
Key:
Bm
D
A
Em
Bm
D
A
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
As down the glen [A] on Easter [D] Morn [Bm] to the [Em] city fell [Bm] old I, _
There armoured lines [A] of [D] marching men [Bm] in [Em] squadrons passed [Bm] me by. _
[D] No piped hum, [A] nor battle [D] drum [Bm] did sound its glad _ tatoo,
But the ants and the smell [A] of the lively [D] squall [Bm] rang out [Em] through the fog.
[Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
Right proudly high [A] over Dublin [D] town [Bm] they hung [Em] out the flag [Bm] of war.
Was better to die [A] beneath an Irish [D] sky [Bm] than at [Em] Southwark's [Bm] Soodale Bar.
[D] And from the flames [A] of my [D] old maids [Bm] from whence came hurrying thrones, _ _
_ _ _ [A] Their long [D] reigns on, [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
was Britannia, [A] Padau, Rye, [D] Leeds, Thorpe,
[Bm] That small nation [Em] might [Bm] be free.
But their lonely graves [A] have I so [D] much graced all [Bm] the shores of [Em] the great [Bm] sea. _ _
[D] Though at St.
D'Ide [A] I killed [D] self-sired, [Bm] all fought with cavalry,
_ Their names we would keep [A] where the [D] pinions sleep,
East [Bm] the shroud of [Em] the [Bm] foggy ewe.
But the bravest fell, [A] and the wrecked [D] fell, [Bm] strangled [Em] fully [Bm] and clear.
For those who died, [A] that Easter [D] tide, [Bm] the spring [Em] _ [Bm] of year.
[D]
And the world is gaze, [A] indeed [D] the maze, [Bm] that those fearless men must view. _
Oh for the fight, [A] that freedom [D] fight, [Bm] might shine [Em] through the [Bm] foggy ewe. _
Foggy ewe. _ _ _ _ _ _
As down the glen [A] on Easter [D] Morn [Bm] to the [Em] city fell [Bm] old I, _
There armoured lines [A] of [D] marching men [Bm] in [Em] squadrons passed [Bm] me by. _
[D] No piped hum, [A] nor battle [D] drum [Bm] did sound its glad _ tatoo,
But the ants and the smell [A] of the lively [D] squall [Bm] rang out [Em] through the fog.
[Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
Right proudly high [A] over Dublin [D] town [Bm] they hung [Em] out the flag [Bm] of war.
Was better to die [A] beneath an Irish [D] sky [Bm] than at [Em] Southwark's [Bm] Soodale Bar.
[D] And from the flames [A] of my [D] old maids [Bm] from whence came hurrying thrones, _ _
_ _ _ [A] Their long [D] reigns on, [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
was Britannia, [A] Padau, Rye, [D] Leeds, Thorpe,
[Bm] That small nation [Em] might [Bm] be free.
But their lonely graves [A] have I so [D] much graced all [Bm] the shores of [Em] the great [Bm] sea. _ _
[D] Though at St.
D'Ide [A] I killed [D] self-sired, [Bm] all fought with cavalry,
_ Their names we would keep [A] where the [D] pinions sleep,
East [Bm] the shroud of [Em] the [Bm] foggy ewe.
But the bravest fell, [A] and the wrecked [D] fell, [Bm] strangled [Em] fully [Bm] and clear.
For those who died, [A] that Easter [D] tide, [Bm] the spring [Em] _ [Bm] of year.
[D]
And the world is gaze, [A] indeed [D] the maze, [Bm] that those fearless men must view. _
Oh for the fight, [A] that freedom [D] fight, [Bm] might shine [Em] through the [Bm] foggy ewe. _
Foggy ewe. _ _ _ _ _ _