Chords for Paddy Reilly - Foggy Dew
Tempo:
104.1 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Bb
Gm
Ab
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
As down the Glen [Bb] one Easter morn, [Cm] To a [Bb] city fair [Cm] old I,
There armoured lines of [Bb]
marching men, And [Cm] squadrons [Gm] passed me [C] by.
[Eb] No pipe did [Bb] hum, nor battle [Cm] drum, Did sound its [Ab] dread tattoo,
But [Cm] the Angela's fell, [Gm] or the Lippy's swell, [Ab] Rang out in the [Cm] foggy dew.
Bright proudly high [Bb] over Dublin town, They [Ab] hung out the flag [Gm] of [Cm] war.
Twas better to die [Bb] neath an irie sky, [Cm] Than at Suvla or [Gm]
Sudalbar.
[Cm] [Eb] And from the plains [Bb] of [Cm] Royal Meath, Strong men came [Gm] [Ab] hurrying through,
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-range drones,
[Cm] Sailed in by the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell, [Gm] and the solemn bell, Rang mournfully and [Cm] clear.
For those who died [Bb] that Easter [F] child, [Cm] In the [Gm] springtime [Cm] of the year,
Humble [Gm] word did gaze in [Cm] deep amaze, At those [Gm] stout-hearted men [Ab] of due,
Who [Cm] bore the fight that [Bb] freedom's light, [Ab] Might shine through the [C] foggy dew.
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Twas England bad [Bb] or wild, yes, though, [Cm] That small nations [Bb] might [Cm] be free,
But their lonely graves [Bb] are by Suvla's ways, [Cm] On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
[Eb] Oh, had they died [Bb] by [Cm] Pyrce's side, Or fought with [Ab]
Cowbroo,
[Cm] Their names we would keep [Bb] where the Finians sleep,
[Ab] Neath the shroud of the [Cm] foggy dew.
Quite to the glen [Gm] I rode again, [Cm] My heart with [Gm] grief was [Cm] sore,
For I parted with [Bb] those valiant men, [Cm] I never [Gm] would see no [Cm] more.
[Eb] And to one fro [Bb] in my dreams [Cm] I'll go, And I'll kneel and [Eb] pray [Ab] for you,
For [Cm] slavery fled, [Bb] oh, rebel dead, When [Cm] you fell in the foggy dew.
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As down the Glen [Bb] one Easter morn, [Cm] To a [Bb] city fair [Cm] old I,
There armoured lines of [Bb]
marching men, And [Cm] squadrons [Gm] passed me [C] by.
[Eb] No pipe did [Bb] hum, nor battle [Cm] drum, Did sound its [Ab] dread tattoo,
But [Cm] the Angela's fell, [Gm] or the Lippy's swell, [Ab] Rang out in the [Cm] foggy dew.
Bright proudly high [Bb] over Dublin town, They [Ab] hung out the flag [Gm] of [Cm] war.
Twas better to die [Bb] neath an irie sky, [Cm] Than at Suvla or [Gm]
Sudalbar.
[Cm] [Eb] And from the plains [Bb] of [Cm] Royal Meath, Strong men came [Gm] [Ab] hurrying through,
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-range drones,
[Cm] Sailed in by the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell, [Gm] and the solemn bell, Rang mournfully and [Cm] clear.
For those who died [Bb] that Easter [F] child, [Cm] In the [Gm] springtime [Cm] of the year,
Humble [Gm] word did gaze in [Cm] deep amaze, At those [Gm] stout-hearted men [Ab] of due,
Who [Cm] bore the fight that [Bb] freedom's light, [Ab] Might shine through the [C] foggy dew.
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[Cm] [Gm] [Ab]
[Cm] [Bb]
[Cm]
Twas England bad [Bb] or wild, yes, though, [Cm] That small nations [Bb] might [Cm] be free,
But their lonely graves [Bb] are by Suvla's ways, [Cm] On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
[Eb] Oh, had they died [Bb] by [Cm] Pyrce's side, Or fought with [Ab]
Cowbroo,
[Cm] Their names we would keep [Bb] where the Finians sleep,
[Ab] Neath the shroud of the [Cm] foggy dew.
Quite to the glen [Gm] I rode again, [Cm] My heart with [Gm] grief was [Cm] sore,
For I parted with [Bb] those valiant men, [Cm] I never [Gm] would see no [Cm] more.
[Eb] And to one fro [Bb] in my dreams [Cm] I'll go, And I'll kneel and [Eb] pray [Ab] for you,
For [Cm] slavery fled, [Bb] oh, rebel dead, When [Cm] you fell in the foggy dew.
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_ As down the Glen [Bb] one Easter morn, [Cm] To a [Bb] city fair [Cm] old I,
_ There armoured lines of [Bb]
marching men, And [Cm] squadrons [Gm] passed me _ [C] by.
[Eb] No pipe did [Bb] hum, nor battle [Cm] drum, Did sound its [Ab] dread tattoo,
_ But [Cm] the Angela's fell, [Gm] or the Lippy's swell, [Ab] Rang out in the [Cm] foggy dew.
_ Bright proudly high [Bb] over Dublin town, They [Ab] hung out the flag [Gm] of [Cm] war.
Twas better to die [Bb] neath an irie sky, [Cm] Than at Suvla or [Gm] _
Sudalbar.
[Cm] _ [Eb] And from the plains [Bb] of [Cm] Royal Meath, Strong men came [Gm] [Ab] hurrying through,
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-range drones,
[Cm] Sailed in by the foggy dew.
_ But the bravest fell, [Gm] and the solemn bell, Rang _ mournfully and [Cm] clear.
For those who died [Bb] that Easter [F] child, [Cm] In the [Gm] springtime [Cm] of the year,
Humble [Gm] word did gaze in [Cm] deep amaze, At those [Gm] stout-hearted men [Ab] of due,
_ Who [Cm] bore the fight that [Bb] _ freedom's light, [Ab] Might shine through the [C] foggy dew.
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_ _ Twas England bad [Bb] or wild, yes, though, [Cm] That small nations [Bb] might [Cm] be free,
_ But their lonely graves [Bb] are by Suvla's ways, [Cm] On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
[Eb] Oh, had they died [Bb] by [Cm] Pyrce's side, Or fought with _ [Ab] _
Cowbroo,
[Cm] Their names we would keep [Bb] where the Finians sleep,
[Ab] Neath the shroud of the [Cm] foggy dew.
_ Quite to the glen [Gm] I rode again, [Cm] My heart with [Gm] grief was [Cm] sore,
For I parted with [Bb] those valiant men, [Cm] I never [Gm] would see no [Cm] more.
[Eb] And to one fro [Bb] in my dreams [Cm] I'll go, And I'll kneel and [Eb] pray [Ab] for you,
_ For [Cm] slavery fled, [Bb] oh, rebel dead, When [Cm] you fell in the foggy dew.
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_ As down the Glen [Bb] one Easter morn, [Cm] To a [Bb] city fair [Cm] old I,
_ There armoured lines of [Bb]
marching men, And [Cm] squadrons [Gm] passed me _ [C] by.
[Eb] No pipe did [Bb] hum, nor battle [Cm] drum, Did sound its [Ab] dread tattoo,
_ But [Cm] the Angela's fell, [Gm] or the Lippy's swell, [Ab] Rang out in the [Cm] foggy dew.
_ Bright proudly high [Bb] over Dublin town, They [Ab] hung out the flag [Gm] of [Cm] war.
Twas better to die [Bb] neath an irie sky, [Cm] Than at Suvla or [Gm] _
Sudalbar.
[Cm] _ [Eb] And from the plains [Bb] of [Cm] Royal Meath, Strong men came [Gm] [Ab] hurrying through,
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-range drones,
[Cm] Sailed in by the foggy dew.
_ But the bravest fell, [Gm] and the solemn bell, Rang _ mournfully and [Cm] clear.
For those who died [Bb] that Easter [F] child, [Cm] In the [Gm] springtime [Cm] of the year,
Humble [Gm] word did gaze in [Cm] deep amaze, At those [Gm] stout-hearted men [Ab] of due,
_ Who [Cm] bore the fight that [Bb] _ freedom's light, [Ab] Might shine through the [C] foggy dew.
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_ _ Twas England bad [Bb] or wild, yes, though, [Cm] That small nations [Bb] might [Cm] be free,
_ But their lonely graves [Bb] are by Suvla's ways, [Cm] On the fringe of the grey North Sea.
[Eb] Oh, had they died [Bb] by [Cm] Pyrce's side, Or fought with _ [Ab] _
Cowbroo,
[Cm] Their names we would keep [Bb] where the Finians sleep,
[Ab] Neath the shroud of the [Cm] foggy dew.
_ Quite to the glen [Gm] I rode again, [Cm] My heart with [Gm] grief was [Cm] sore,
For I parted with [Bb] those valiant men, [Cm] I never [Gm] would see no [Cm] more.
[Eb] And to one fro [Bb] in my dreams [Cm] I'll go, And I'll kneel and [Eb] pray [Ab] for you,
_ For [Cm] slavery fled, [Bb] oh, rebel dead, When [Cm] you fell in the foggy dew.
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