Chords for Long Kesh , Foggy dew
Tempo:
110.05 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Am
G
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
There's a place just outside of Lisbon
A place that's known to few
Where a group of Irish rebels
Are held by Faulkner's crew
They're forced to [Ab] live in cages
Like the inmates of Bellevue
But the spirit of 1916
Will always see them through
The men in [E] this vile place
They come from far and near
[C] Some from the Derrybock side
And over towns so dear
And some of [Ab] them from Belfast
From the markets and the bone
From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrol
On that black day in August
When [F] Faulkner showed his hand
He thought that by internment
That he'd break our gun ban
But the boys from Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
And they taught [Eb] those English soldiers
[F] How Irish men could fight
Lancashire has shown to everyone
The system must be broke
Ardoyne, the new lodge and the fault
Who see the system choke
No more [N] the special powers act
Those fiends they will invoke
And Lancashire will be the huge stone
On which the system will roll
And the words now Irish people
No matter where you are
Just remember our brave rebels
Here on Lancashire this year
And by sinful disobedience
Or any other way
Let's make a stand until the day
Each one of them are free
[Am] [D]
[G] [Am] [Dm]
[D] Well down in Newglam, [G] Wallyston, [Am] Harn
[Dm] The city [D] of [Dm] Ardoyne
Are the armoured lines [G] of marching [Am] men
[Dm] That swadows [D] their past defile
[F] And on Highclereham, [C] the [Am] battleground
[D] It sounded [G] rather [Dm] tough
But the ancient men [G] of [Am] Olympia
Saw out [Dm]
[Am] the [D] positive
[Dm] They proudly high [C] over [G] Dublin [Am] town
[Dm] They hung [C] up the line [Dm] of war
It was better to die in [G] the old Irish [Am] sky
[Dm] Than serve [G] us her [D] dead father
[F]
Highclereham, the [C] place of [G] Roly [Am]-lee
[Dm] Big men [C] came [Dm] hurrying through
Britannia's arms [G] with their long [Am]-range guns
[Dm] Came in [D] through the Mawry Hill
[Dm] Well the night fell black [G] and the rifle [Am] crack
[B] Made for [C] vidious [Dm] Haldirio
It's a land in red, [Am] seven tons of hail
[Dm] It's shine [D] of the blind I see now
And [F] by shining [C] blade a [B] prayer [Am] was said
[B] That to Ireland [G] our sons [Dm] will be brought
And on Morning Brook [G] all the war [Am] flags shook
[Dm] How they spoke [C] of the [D] positive
[Dm] It was England to fade [G] our wild [Am] beasts go
[Dm] As small [D] nations they might be free
[Dm] But the lonely graves [Am] our whistle-blasts played
[Dm] Are the fringes [D] of the great dark sea
[F] Ah, but had they died [C] by [Am] Pius's side
[Dm] Or fought [C] with the normal [Dm] cavalry
Oh, other names we would keep
[G] But [Am] opinions only keep the shroud of their [D] hardy tomb
[Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[D] [Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[C] [D] [F] Oh, [C] [G] [A] [F] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
bravest they fell, [Am] their raggedy clasp
[Dm] By Mawry [D] Hill now than we [Dm] are
And for those who died [G] on that Easter [Am] tide
[Dm] The [D] springtime of their lives
And [F] while the world [C] vacates with [G] deep [Am] amaze
[D] And the stout [C]-hearted men [Dm] but few
Oh, for the fight [Am] that brings a light
[Dm] Of shining [C] [Dm] Mawry Hill
And back to the [Am] Glenshire I go [B] again
My heart [C] with [Dm] remorse over
My heart's in with [Am] the gallant band
[Dm] That I'll [G] never see [D] no more
[F] I'm a tilted [C] crow in my dreams [Am] I'll go
[Dm] I need [G] a cradle [Dm] for you
For the slavery bled [C] for the [G] rebel [Am] dead
[D] And your valance upon it [Dm] you
[G] [Am] [D]
[Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[D] [F]
[G] [A] [F] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[G] [Am] [Dm]
A place that's known to few
Where a group of Irish rebels
Are held by Faulkner's crew
They're forced to [Ab] live in cages
Like the inmates of Bellevue
But the spirit of 1916
Will always see them through
The men in [E] this vile place
They come from far and near
[C] Some from the Derrybock side
And over towns so dear
And some of [Ab] them from Belfast
From the markets and the bone
From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrol
On that black day in August
When [F] Faulkner showed his hand
He thought that by internment
That he'd break our gun ban
But the boys from Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
And they taught [Eb] those English soldiers
[F] How Irish men could fight
Lancashire has shown to everyone
The system must be broke
Ardoyne, the new lodge and the fault
Who see the system choke
No more [N] the special powers act
Those fiends they will invoke
And Lancashire will be the huge stone
On which the system will roll
And the words now Irish people
No matter where you are
Just remember our brave rebels
Here on Lancashire this year
And by sinful disobedience
Or any other way
Let's make a stand until the day
Each one of them are free
[Am] [D]
[G] [Am] [Dm]
[D] Well down in Newglam, [G] Wallyston, [Am] Harn
[Dm] The city [D] of [Dm] Ardoyne
Are the armoured lines [G] of marching [Am] men
[Dm] That swadows [D] their past defile
[F] And on Highclereham, [C] the [Am] battleground
[D] It sounded [G] rather [Dm] tough
But the ancient men [G] of [Am] Olympia
Saw out [Dm]
[Am] the [D] positive
[Dm] They proudly high [C] over [G] Dublin [Am] town
[Dm] They hung [C] up the line [Dm] of war
It was better to die in [G] the old Irish [Am] sky
[Dm] Than serve [G] us her [D] dead father
[F]
Highclereham, the [C] place of [G] Roly [Am]-lee
[Dm] Big men [C] came [Dm] hurrying through
Britannia's arms [G] with their long [Am]-range guns
[Dm] Came in [D] through the Mawry Hill
[Dm] Well the night fell black [G] and the rifle [Am] crack
[B] Made for [C] vidious [Dm] Haldirio
It's a land in red, [Am] seven tons of hail
[Dm] It's shine [D] of the blind I see now
And [F] by shining [C] blade a [B] prayer [Am] was said
[B] That to Ireland [G] our sons [Dm] will be brought
And on Morning Brook [G] all the war [Am] flags shook
[Dm] How they spoke [C] of the [D] positive
[Dm] It was England to fade [G] our wild [Am] beasts go
[Dm] As small [D] nations they might be free
[Dm] But the lonely graves [Am] our whistle-blasts played
[Dm] Are the fringes [D] of the great dark sea
[F] Ah, but had they died [C] by [Am] Pius's side
[Dm] Or fought [C] with the normal [Dm] cavalry
Oh, other names we would keep
[G] But [Am] opinions only keep the shroud of their [D] hardy tomb
[Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[D] [Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[C] [D] [F] Oh, [C] [G] [A] [F] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
bravest they fell, [Am] their raggedy clasp
[Dm] By Mawry [D] Hill now than we [Dm] are
And for those who died [G] on that Easter [Am] tide
[Dm] The [D] springtime of their lives
And [F] while the world [C] vacates with [G] deep [Am] amaze
[D] And the stout [C]-hearted men [Dm] but few
Oh, for the fight [Am] that brings a light
[Dm] Of shining [C] [Dm] Mawry Hill
And back to the [Am] Glenshire I go [B] again
My heart [C] with [Dm] remorse over
My heart's in with [Am] the gallant band
[Dm] That I'll [G] never see [D] no more
[F] I'm a tilted [C] crow in my dreams [Am] I'll go
[Dm] I need [G] a cradle [Dm] for you
For the slavery bled [C] for the [G] rebel [Am] dead
[D] And your valance upon it [Dm] you
[G] [Am] [D]
[Dm]
[Am] [Dm]
[D] [F]
[G] [A] [F] [Dm]
[C] [Dm]
[G] [Am] [Dm]
Key:
Dm
Am
G
C
D
Dm
Am
G
There's a place just _ outside of Lisbon
_ A place that's known to few
_ _ Where a group of Irish rebels
_ Are held by Faulkner's crew
_ _ They're forced to [Ab] live in cages
_ Like the inmates of Bellevue _
But the spirit of _ 1916 _
Will _ always see them through _
_ The men in [E] this vile place
They come from far and near
[C] Some from the _ Derrybock side
And over towns so dear
_ And some of [Ab] them from Belfast
From the markets and the bone
_ From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrol
_ On that black day in August
_ When [F] Faulkner showed his _ hand
He thought that by _ _ internment
That he'd break our gun ban
But the boys from _ _ Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
_ And they taught [Eb] those English soldiers
[F] How Irish men could fight _ _ _
Lancashire has shown to everyone
The system _ must be broke
_ Ardoyne, the new lodge and the fault
Who see the system choke
_ No more [N] the special powers act
Those fiends they will invoke
And Lancashire will be the huge stone
On which the system will roll
_ And the words now Irish people
No matter where you are
Just remember our brave rebels
Here on Lancashire this year
And by sinful _ _ _ disobedience
Or any other _ way
Let's make a stand until the day
Each one of them are free _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ Well down in Newglam, [G] Wallyston, [Am] Harn
[Dm] The city [D] of _ _ [Dm] Ardoyne
Are the armoured lines [G] of marching [Am] men
[Dm] That swadows [D] their past defile
_ [F] And on _ Highclereham, [C] the _ [Am] battleground
[D] It sounded [G] rather [Dm] tough
_ But the ancient men [G] of [Am] Olympia
Saw out [Dm] _
[Am] the [D] positive
_ _ [Dm] They proudly high [C] over [G] Dublin [Am] town
[Dm] They hung [C] up the line [Dm] of war
_ It was better to die in [G] the old Irish [Am] sky
[Dm] Than serve [G] us her [D] dead father
_ _ [F]
Highclereham, the [C] place of [G] Roly [Am]-lee
[Dm] Big men [C] came [Dm] hurrying through _ _
Britannia's arms [G] with their long [Am]-range guns
[Dm] Came in [D] through the Mawry Hill
_ [Dm] Well the night fell black [G] and the rifle [Am] crack
[B] Made for [C] vidious _ [Dm] Haldirio
_ It's a land in red, [Am] seven tons of hail
[Dm] It's shine [D] of the blind I see now
And [F] by shining [C] blade a [B] prayer [Am] was said
[B] That to Ireland [G] our sons [Dm] will be brought
_ And on Morning Brook [G] all the war [Am] flags shook
[Dm] How they spoke [C] of the [D] positive
_ [Dm] It was England to fade [G] our wild [Am] beasts go
[Dm] As small [D] nations they might be free
_ [Dm] But the lonely graves [Am] our whistle-blasts played
[Dm] Are the fringes [D] of the great dark sea
[F] Ah, but had they died [C] by [Am] Pius's side
[Dm] Or fought [C] with the normal [Dm] cavalry
Oh, other names we would keep
[G] But [Am] opinions only keep the shroud of their [D] hardy tomb
[Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F] Oh, _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _ [F] _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
bravest they fell, [Am] their raggedy clasp
[Dm] By Mawry [D] Hill now than we [Dm] are
And for those who died [G] on that Easter [Am] tide
[Dm] The [D] springtime of their lives
And [F] while the world _ [C] vacates with [G] deep [Am] amaze
[D] And the stout [C]-hearted men [Dm] but few
Oh, for the fight [Am] that brings a light
[Dm] Of shining [C] _ [Dm] Mawry Hill
_ And back to the [Am] Glenshire I go [B] again
My heart [C] with [Dm] remorse over
_ My heart's in with [Am] the gallant band
[Dm] That I'll [G] never see [D] no more
[F] I'm a tilted [C] crow in my dreams [Am] I'll go
[Dm] I need [G] a cradle [Dm] for you
For the slavery bled [C] for the [G] rebel [Am] dead
[D] And your valance upon it [Dm] you _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [F] _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ A place that's known to few
_ _ Where a group of Irish rebels
_ Are held by Faulkner's crew
_ _ They're forced to [Ab] live in cages
_ Like the inmates of Bellevue _
But the spirit of _ 1916 _
Will _ always see them through _
_ The men in [E] this vile place
They come from far and near
[C] Some from the _ Derrybock side
And over towns so dear
_ And some of [Ab] them from Belfast
From the markets and the bone
_ From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrol
_ On that black day in August
_ When [F] Faulkner showed his _ hand
He thought that by _ _ internment
That he'd break our gun ban
But the boys from _ _ Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
_ And they taught [Eb] those English soldiers
[F] How Irish men could fight _ _ _
Lancashire has shown to everyone
The system _ must be broke
_ Ardoyne, the new lodge and the fault
Who see the system choke
_ No more [N] the special powers act
Those fiends they will invoke
And Lancashire will be the huge stone
On which the system will roll
_ And the words now Irish people
No matter where you are
Just remember our brave rebels
Here on Lancashire this year
And by sinful _ _ _ disobedience
Or any other _ way
Let's make a stand until the day
Each one of them are free _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ Well down in Newglam, [G] Wallyston, [Am] Harn
[Dm] The city [D] of _ _ [Dm] Ardoyne
Are the armoured lines [G] of marching [Am] men
[Dm] That swadows [D] their past defile
_ [F] And on _ Highclereham, [C] the _ [Am] battleground
[D] It sounded [G] rather [Dm] tough
_ But the ancient men [G] of [Am] Olympia
Saw out [Dm] _
[Am] the [D] positive
_ _ [Dm] They proudly high [C] over [G] Dublin [Am] town
[Dm] They hung [C] up the line [Dm] of war
_ It was better to die in [G] the old Irish [Am] sky
[Dm] Than serve [G] us her [D] dead father
_ _ [F]
Highclereham, the [C] place of [G] Roly [Am]-lee
[Dm] Big men [C] came [Dm] hurrying through _ _
Britannia's arms [G] with their long [Am]-range guns
[Dm] Came in [D] through the Mawry Hill
_ [Dm] Well the night fell black [G] and the rifle [Am] crack
[B] Made for [C] vidious _ [Dm] Haldirio
_ It's a land in red, [Am] seven tons of hail
[Dm] It's shine [D] of the blind I see now
And [F] by shining [C] blade a [B] prayer [Am] was said
[B] That to Ireland [G] our sons [Dm] will be brought
_ And on Morning Brook [G] all the war [Am] flags shook
[Dm] How they spoke [C] of the [D] positive
_ [Dm] It was England to fade [G] our wild [Am] beasts go
[Dm] As small [D] nations they might be free
_ [Dm] But the lonely graves [Am] our whistle-blasts played
[Dm] Are the fringes [D] of the great dark sea
[F] Ah, but had they died [C] by [Am] Pius's side
[Dm] Or fought [C] with the normal [Dm] cavalry
Oh, other names we would keep
[G] But [Am] opinions only keep the shroud of their [D] hardy tomb
[Dm] _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [F] Oh, _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ [A] _ [F] _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
bravest they fell, [Am] their raggedy clasp
[Dm] By Mawry [D] Hill now than we [Dm] are
And for those who died [G] on that Easter [Am] tide
[Dm] The [D] springtime of their lives
And [F] while the world _ [C] vacates with [G] deep [Am] amaze
[D] And the stout [C]-hearted men [Dm] but few
Oh, for the fight [Am] that brings a light
[Dm] Of shining [C] _ [Dm] Mawry Hill
_ And back to the [Am] Glenshire I go [B] again
My heart [C] with [Dm] remorse over
_ My heart's in with [Am] the gallant band
[Dm] That I'll [G] never see [D] no more
[F] I'm a tilted [C] crow in my dreams [Am] I'll go
[Dm] I need [G] a cradle [Dm] for you
For the slavery bled [C] for the [G] rebel [Am] dead
[D] And your valance upon it [Dm] you _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ [F] _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _