Chords for The Foggy Dew | Ireland's Favourite Folk Song | RTÉ One

[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [Dm] As down the Glen [C] on _ Easter [Am] _ morn, _ [Bb] to a city [A] _ fair rode [Dm] I,
_ [D] _ _ _ _
There _ armèd [Dm] lines _
[Am] of _ marching _ [A] men in [Bb] _ squadrons _ [Am] passed me [D] by. _ _ _ _ _
No [F] fight did hum, _ [Am] no _ battle drum _ _ [Dm] did sound its _ [A] lonely _ [Bb] tattoo, _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] But the angelus bell [Am] o'er the lippy _ [A] swell, it [Bb] rang out _ on [Am] the boogie [D] _ gee. _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ O'er proudly high _
[Am] _ over _ [A] Dublin's sky _ [Bb] they hung out [Am] the flag of [D] war. _ _ _ _
_ It was better to die [Dm]
[Am] beneath the Irish _ _ sky [Bb] than in _ Suvair [Am] or _
_ _ [Dm] Sudelbar.
_ _ [Am] And _ _ [F] from the _ plains [Am] of Royal _ _ [A] Mead, [D] strong men came marching _ _ [Bb] _ _ true, _ _
_ [Dm] Oh, and Britannia's hons [E] and [C] their long-range _ [A]
guns _ [Bb] sailed into [Am] the _ foggy [D] _ year. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, the night it grew [Dm] black [Am] and the rifle _ [A] crack _ [Bb] made _ _ Pofidious [Am]
Aebi [D] unreal.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [C] _ [D] Through the laden [Dm] rain [Am] seven tongues _ of flame [Bb] rang out _ over [Am]
lines of [D] steel. _ _ _ _
[Am] And _ [F] to every blade _ [Am] _ a prayer did ascend _ _ [Dm] that to Ireland a young [A] man did be [Bb] _ true. _ _
And when [Dm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ war _ flanged [D] _ out [Bb] its coals in [Am] the _ [D] foggy year, _ _ _
_ [G] _ [F] _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
Well, [D] it was England that _ bade her wild _ geese [A]
go, _ [Gm] that small [Bb] nations [Am] might be [Dm] free. _ _ _
_ _ But their lonely [G] _ [D] _
graves are by _ _ _ [Am] Suvair's waves, [Gm] or on the fringes [Am] of the grey [D] North Sea. _ _
_ [Am] For _ [F] had they died [Am] by _ _ Pearce's side, _ [D] or fought with [Dm] _ _ [A] _ [Bb] Caldrew, _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] Their names we would keep [Am] where _ [C] men all [Dm] sleep under [Bb] the shroud _ [Am]
of the _ [D] foggy gee. _
But _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _
_ the bravest fell _ and [C] the Requiem [Am] bell, it [Gm] rang _ [Bb] _ [Am] mournfully _ _ [D] and _ clear. _ _ _
_ _ For those [Dm] who died [E] _ [C] that Easter _ [Am] tide _ in [Bb] the _ [Am] springtime _ of [Dm] the year. _ _ _
[E] _ [D] [F] And the world it did _ [Am] gaze in deep _ _ amaze [D] at those gallant _ [F] men but [Bb] _ true. _ _ _
_ [Dm] Who for the fight [A] and [C] _ _ _ [A] freedom's light might [Bb] shine [Am] through the [Dm] foggy gee.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[D] Well, back o'er the glen I [C] rode again, _ _ _
[D] _ [Bb] and my heart [Am] with grief it was [Dm] sore. _ _ _ _ _
For I _ [E] [D] parted then _ with valiant [Am] men _ [Gm] that I never [Am] should see no [Dm] more.
_ _ _ [C] _
_ [F] And to and fro [Cm] in my [Am] sleep I [E] _ [A] go, [Dm] and I'll kneel and I'll pray [Am] for _ [Bb] _ _ you. _ _
[Dm] O _ slavery fled, _
[Am] _ O gallant _ dead, [Bb] when you fell on [Am] the _ _ [G] foggy gee. _ _ _ _
[D] O [Bb] slavery fled, _ _ O [Am] glorious _ _ dead, _ _ [Gm] when you [Bb] died [D] in [Am] the _ _ _ foggy [Dm] gee. _
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