Chords for Paddy Reilly - Foggy Dew

Tempo:
104.1 bpm
Chords used:

Cm

Bb

Gm

Ab

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Paddy Reilly - Foggy Dew chords
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[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.
[Gm] [Eb] [Bb]
[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.
[G]
Key:  
Cm
13421113
Bb
12341111
Gm
123111113
Ab
134211114
Eb
12341116
Cm
13421113
Bb
12341111
Gm
123111113
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Let's start jamming Paddy Reilly - The Foggy Dew chords, practice the chord sequence Gm, Cm, Gm, Cm, Bb and Cm. A good strategy is to initiate at 52 BPM and then accelerate to the track's regular speed of 104 BPM. Adapt the capo setting considering your vocal range, with reference to the key: Db Minor.

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_ [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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_ [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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