Chords for The Foggy Dew
Tempo:
84.6 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Fm
Db
Bbm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
T'was down the Glen [Ab] one Easter [Fm] morn' [Db] Till City [Ab] [Bbm] fell o'er Dine
When lions' lines [Ab] of marching [Fm] men In [Ab] squadrons passed [Bbm] me by
[Db] No pipe did hum, [Ab] no battle [Fm] drum [Db] Did sound [Ab] if dread I [Bbm] too
But the Angelus Bell, [Ab] though the lizzy [Fm] swell Rang [Ab] out in the [F] foggy dew
[Ab] [Fm]
[Db] [Bbm]
Right proudly high over Dublin [Fm] town They hung [Ab] out a flag [F] of war
T'was bitter to die [Ab] beneath a knife's [Fm] staff But so [Ab] glad our soul [F] did find
[Db] And from the [Ab] plains of Royal [Fm] Meath Strong men [Ab] came a [F]-ringing through
[Bb] And Brits hung as hounds [Ab] with their long-range [Fm] guns
Sailing [Ab] through the foggy dew
[F]
[Fm] [Db]
[F] [Bb] T'was England that made our wild [Fm] beasts go [Db] That small [Ab] nations by day [Bbm] free
Their lonely [Ab] graves are high so [Fm] bluffed with A [Ab] fringe of the grey [F] North Sea
[Db] But that day died [Ab] by a piercing [Fm] sight [Db] Of far [Ab] where Canard [Bbm] Mountain grew
Their graves we keep [Ab] where the fiend in sleep [Fm] Made the shroud of the [Bbm] fog
[Ab] [Fm] [Ab] [Bbm]
When the bravest fell [Ab] as the reck'ring [Fm] bear [Db] Rang o'er pearly [F] and clear
[Bbm] For those who died [Ab] that Easter [Fm] tide In the [Ab] springtime of [F] the year
And the [Db]
world did [Ab] gaze with [Fm] deep amaze [Db] At those [Ab] fearless men of [Bbm] yore
How bore the height [Ab] of brave and [Fm] blight Might shine [Ab] through the [F] foggy dew
[Bbm] And back down to Dublin [Ab] I went [Fm] again And my [Ab] heart with grateful [Bbm] soul
For I parted then with [Fm] valiant men [Db] Whom I never [Ab] will see [Bbm] no more
[Db] But to and fro [Ab] in my dreams [Fm] I go [Db] I kneel [Ab] and pray for [Bbm] you
For slavery fled, [Ab] O'er the long [Fm] and dead When [Db] you fell [Ab] in the foggy dew
When lions' lines [Ab] of marching [Fm] men In [Ab] squadrons passed [Bbm] me by
[Db] No pipe did hum, [Ab] no battle [Fm] drum [Db] Did sound [Ab] if dread I [Bbm] too
But the Angelus Bell, [Ab] though the lizzy [Fm] swell Rang [Ab] out in the [F] foggy dew
[Ab] [Fm]
[Db] [Bbm]
Right proudly high over Dublin [Fm] town They hung [Ab] out a flag [F] of war
T'was bitter to die [Ab] beneath a knife's [Fm] staff But so [Ab] glad our soul [F] did find
[Db] And from the [Ab] plains of Royal [Fm] Meath Strong men [Ab] came a [F]-ringing through
[Bb] And Brits hung as hounds [Ab] with their long-range [Fm] guns
Sailing [Ab] through the foggy dew
[F]
[Fm] [Db]
[F] [Bb] T'was England that made our wild [Fm] beasts go [Db] That small [Ab] nations by day [Bbm] free
Their lonely [Ab] graves are high so [Fm] bluffed with A [Ab] fringe of the grey [F] North Sea
[Db] But that day died [Ab] by a piercing [Fm] sight [Db] Of far [Ab] where Canard [Bbm] Mountain grew
Their graves we keep [Ab] where the fiend in sleep [Fm] Made the shroud of the [Bbm] fog
[Ab] [Fm] [Ab] [Bbm]
When the bravest fell [Ab] as the reck'ring [Fm] bear [Db] Rang o'er pearly [F] and clear
[Bbm] For those who died [Ab] that Easter [Fm] tide In the [Ab] springtime of [F] the year
And the [Db]
world did [Ab] gaze with [Fm] deep amaze [Db] At those [Ab] fearless men of [Bbm] yore
How bore the height [Ab] of brave and [Fm] blight Might shine [Ab] through the [F] foggy dew
[Bbm] And back down to Dublin [Ab] I went [Fm] again And my [Ab] heart with grateful [Bbm] soul
For I parted then with [Fm] valiant men [Db] Whom I never [Ab] will see [Bbm] no more
[Db] But to and fro [Ab] in my dreams [Fm] I go [Db] I kneel [Ab] and pray for [Bbm] you
For slavery fled, [Ab] O'er the long [Fm] and dead When [Db] you fell [Ab] in the foggy dew
Key:
Ab
Fm
Db
Bbm
F
Ab
Fm
Db
_ T'was down the Glen [Ab] one Easter [Fm] morn' [Db] Till City [Ab] _ [Bbm] fell o'er Dine
_ When lions' lines [Ab] of marching [Fm] men In [Ab] squadrons passed [Bbm] me by
_ [Db] No pipe did hum, [Ab] no battle [Fm] drum [Db] Did sound [Ab] if dread I [Bbm] too
_ But the Angelus Bell, [Ab] though the lizzy [Fm] swell Rang [Ab] out in the [F] foggy dew _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _
_ [Db] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
Right proudly high over Dublin [Fm] town They hung [Ab] out a flag [F] of war
T'was bitter to die [Ab] beneath a knife's [Fm] staff But so [Ab] glad our soul [F] did find
_ [Db] And from the [Ab] plains of Royal [Fm] Meath Strong men [Ab] came a [F]-ringing through
[Bb] And Brits hung as hounds [Ab] with their long-range [Fm] guns
Sailing [Ab] through the foggy dew
[F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] T'was England that made our wild [Fm] beasts go [Db] That small [Ab] nations by day [Bbm] free
_ Their lonely [Ab] graves are high so [Fm] bluffed with A [Ab] fringe of the grey [F] North Sea
_ [Db] But that day died [Ab] by a piercing [Fm] sight [Db] Of far [Ab] where Canard [Bbm] Mountain grew
Their graves we keep [Ab] where the fiend in sleep [Fm] Made the shroud of the [Bbm] fog _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ When the bravest fell [Ab] as the reck'ring [Fm] bear [Db] Rang o'er pearly [F] and clear _
[Bbm] For those who died [Ab] that Easter [Fm] tide In the [Ab] springtime of [F] the year
And the [Db]
world did [Ab] gaze with [Fm] deep amaze [Db] At those [Ab] fearless men of [Bbm] _ yore
How bore the height [Ab] of brave and [Fm] blight Might shine [Ab] through the [F] foggy dew
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] And back down to Dublin [Ab] I went [Fm] again And my [Ab] heart with grateful [Bbm] soul
For I parted then with [Fm] valiant men [Db] Whom I never [Ab] will see [Bbm] no more
_ [Db] But to and fro [Ab] in my dreams [Fm] I go [Db] I kneel [Ab] and pray for [Bbm] you _
For slavery fled, [Ab] O'er the long [Fm] and dead When [Db] you fell [Ab] in the foggy dew
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ When lions' lines [Ab] of marching [Fm] men In [Ab] squadrons passed [Bbm] me by
_ [Db] No pipe did hum, [Ab] no battle [Fm] drum [Db] Did sound [Ab] if dread I [Bbm] too
_ But the Angelus Bell, [Ab] though the lizzy [Fm] swell Rang [Ab] out in the [F] foggy dew _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Fm] _
_ [Db] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
Right proudly high over Dublin [Fm] town They hung [Ab] out a flag [F] of war
T'was bitter to die [Ab] beneath a knife's [Fm] staff But so [Ab] glad our soul [F] did find
_ [Db] And from the [Ab] plains of Royal [Fm] Meath Strong men [Ab] came a [F]-ringing through
[Bb] And Brits hung as hounds [Ab] with their long-range [Fm] guns
Sailing [Ab] through the foggy dew
[F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] T'was England that made our wild [Fm] beasts go [Db] That small [Ab] nations by day [Bbm] free
_ Their lonely [Ab] graves are high so [Fm] bluffed with A [Ab] fringe of the grey [F] North Sea
_ [Db] But that day died [Ab] by a piercing [Fm] sight [Db] Of far [Ab] where Canard [Bbm] Mountain grew
Their graves we keep [Ab] where the fiend in sleep [Fm] Made the shroud of the [Bbm] fog _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Bbm] _
_ _ When the bravest fell [Ab] as the reck'ring [Fm] bear [Db] Rang o'er pearly [F] and clear _
[Bbm] For those who died [Ab] that Easter [Fm] tide In the [Ab] springtime of [F] the year
And the [Db]
world did [Ab] gaze with [Fm] deep amaze [Db] At those [Ab] fearless men of [Bbm] _ yore
How bore the height [Ab] of brave and [Fm] blight Might shine [Ab] through the [F] foggy dew
_ _ _ _ [Bbm] And back down to Dublin [Ab] I went [Fm] again And my [Ab] heart with grateful [Bbm] soul
For I parted then with [Fm] valiant men [Db] Whom I never [Ab] will see [Bbm] no more
_ [Db] But to and fro [Ab] in my dreams [Fm] I go [Db] I kneel [Ab] and pray for [Bbm] you _
For slavery fled, [Ab] O'er the long [Fm] and dead When [Db] you fell [Ab] in the foggy dew
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _