Chords for THE FOGGY DEW (Irish song)
Tempo:
86.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
D
Bm
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm]
As [G] down the glen [Em] one Easter [F#m] morn [G] to a city [Em] fair I [Bm] die
There are [G] lines [Em] of marching [F#m] men [G] in [Em] squadrons past me [Bm] by
No [D] pipe did hum [A] nor battle [D] drum, [Bm] the town [G]
is [Bm] redder too
But the [G] angelus bell [Em] or the leafy [F#m] swell [G] Rung out [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Right [G] proudly high [Em] over Dublin [F#m] town [G] They hung [Em] out the flag of [Bm] war
Twas better [G] to die neath [Em] an Irish [F#m] guy [G] Than a Hotswold [Em] verse to the [Bm] bar
And [D] from the plains of [A] Royal [D] Mead Strong [Bm] men [G] came [Bm] hurrying through
While [G] Britannia's hounds with [Em] their long-range [F#m] guns
[G] Sailed the hill through [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
Twas [G] Britannia made our [Em] wildest [F#m] goal That [G] small [Em] nations might be [Bm] free
But the lonely [G] griefs [Em] are my silver's [F#m] waste [G] On the shore [Em] of the great North [Bm] Sea
Oh, [D] had they died by [A] fierce [D] suicide [Bm] Or fought [G]
[Bm] with their names we [G] would keep
[Em] Where the Finians [F#m] sleep, [G] near the shroud of [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
But the [G] bravest fell and [Em] the raking [F#m] bell Rung [Em] mournfully and [Bm] clear
For those who [G] died [Em] that [F#m] Eastertide [G] In the [Em] springing of [Bm] the year
And the [D] world it gazed [A] in deep [D] amazement [Bm] At those [G] fierce men but [Bm] few
But [G] [Em] [F#m] Britain's light [G] might shine [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Oh, that [G] through the glen [Em] I rode [F#m] again And [G] my [Em] heart with grief was [Bm] sore
For I [G] parted then [Em] with valiant [F#m] men [G] Whom [Em] I never shall [Bm] see more
[D] But to unfry my [A] dreams [D] I go [Bm] And I now [G] pray for [Bm] you
For a [G] slivery flame, [Em] oh [F#m] glorious day [G] When you [A] fell in the [B] foggy [Bm] dew
[N] [G] [B]
[G] [B]
[G] [B] [G]
[Dm] [G]
[B] [C] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [C] [Em] [D] [G] [C]
[D] [Em] [G] [C] [Em]
[D] [G] [C] [G] [Dm] [Em] [G]
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[Em] [D] [G] [D]
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[D] [Em] [D]
[C] [C] [D] [Em] [G] [G]
[D] [C] [G] [Dm] [Em]
As [G] down the glen [Em] one Easter [F#m] morn [G] to a city [Em] fair I [Bm] die
There are [G] lines [Em] of marching [F#m] men [G] in [Em] squadrons past me [Bm] by
No [D] pipe did hum [A] nor battle [D] drum, [Bm] the town [G]
is [Bm] redder too
But the [G] angelus bell [Em] or the leafy [F#m] swell [G] Rung out [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Right [G] proudly high [Em] over Dublin [F#m] town [G] They hung [Em] out the flag of [Bm] war
Twas better [G] to die neath [Em] an Irish [F#m] guy [G] Than a Hotswold [Em] verse to the [Bm] bar
And [D] from the plains of [A] Royal [D] Mead Strong [Bm] men [G] came [Bm] hurrying through
While [G] Britannia's hounds with [Em] their long-range [F#m] guns
[G] Sailed the hill through [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
Twas [G] Britannia made our [Em] wildest [F#m] goal That [G] small [Em] nations might be [Bm] free
But the lonely [G] griefs [Em] are my silver's [F#m] waste [G] On the shore [Em] of the great North [Bm] Sea
Oh, [D] had they died by [A] fierce [D] suicide [Bm] Or fought [G]
[Bm] with their names we [G] would keep
[Em] Where the Finians [F#m] sleep, [G] near the shroud of [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
But the [G] bravest fell and [Em] the raking [F#m] bell Rung [Em] mournfully and [Bm] clear
For those who [G] died [Em] that [F#m] Eastertide [G] In the [Em] springing of [Bm] the year
And the [D] world it gazed [A] in deep [D] amazement [Bm] At those [G] fierce men but [Bm] few
But [G] [Em] [F#m] Britain's light [G] might shine [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Oh, that [G] through the glen [Em] I rode [F#m] again And [G] my [Em] heart with grief was [Bm] sore
For I [G] parted then [Em] with valiant [F#m] men [G] Whom [Em] I never shall [Bm] see more
[D] But to unfry my [A] dreams [D] I go [Bm] And I now [G] pray for [Bm] you
For a [G] slivery flame, [Em] oh [F#m] glorious day [G] When you [A] fell in the [B] foggy [Bm] dew
[N] [G] [B]
[G] [B]
[G] [B] [G]
[Dm] [G]
[B] [C] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [Em] [G] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [C] [Em] [D] [G] [C]
[D] [Em] [G] [C] [Em]
[D] [G] [C] [G] [Dm] [Em] [G]
[D] [G] [D]
[Em] [D] [G] [D]
[G] [D] [Em] [D] [G]
[D] [Em] [D]
[C] [C] [D] [Em] [G] [G]
[D] [C] [G] [Dm] [Em]
Key:
G
Em
D
Bm
F#m
G
Em
D
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ As [G] down the glen [Em] one Easter [F#m] morn [G] to a city [Em] _ fair I [Bm] die
_ There are [G] lines [Em] of marching [F#m] men [G] in [Em] squadrons past me [Bm] by
_ No [D] pipe did hum [A] nor battle [D] drum, [Bm] the town [G]
is [Bm] redder too
_ But the [G] angelus bell [Em] or the leafy [F#m] swell [G] Rung out [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Right [G] proudly high [Em] over Dublin [F#m] town [G] They hung [Em] out the flag of [Bm] war
_ Twas better [G] to die neath [Em] an Irish [F#m] guy [G] Than a Hotswold [Em] verse to the [Bm] bar
And [D] from the plains of [A] Royal [D] Mead Strong [Bm] men [G] came [Bm] hurrying through
While _ [G] Britannia's hounds with [Em] their long-range [F#m] guns
[G] Sailed the hill through [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
_ Twas [G] Britannia made our [Em] wildest [F#m] goal That [G] small [Em] nations might be [Bm] free
But the lonely [G] griefs [Em] are my silver's [F#m] waste [G] On the shore [Em] of the great North [Bm] Sea
Oh, [D] had they died by [A] fierce [D] suicide [Bm] Or fought _ [G] _ _
[Bm] _ with their names we [G] would keep
[Em] Where the Finians [F#m] sleep, [G] near the shroud of [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
But the [G] bravest fell and [Em] the raking [F#m] bell Rung [Em] mournfully and [Bm] clear
For those who [G] died [Em] that _ [F#m] Eastertide [G] In the [Em] springing of [Bm] the year
And the [D] world it gazed [A] in deep [D] amazement [Bm] At those [G] fierce men but [Bm] few
But _ [G] _ [Em] _ [F#m] Britain's light [G] might shine [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Oh, that [G] through the glen [Em] I rode [F#m] again And [G] my [Em] heart with grief was [Bm] sore
For I [G] parted then [Em] with valiant [F#m] men [G] Whom [Em] I never shall [Bm] see more
[D] But to unfry my [A] dreams [D] I go [Bm] And I now [G] pray for [Bm] you
For a [G] slivery flame, [Em] oh [F#m] glorious day [G] When you [A] fell in the [B] foggy [Bm] dew _ _ _ _
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ As [G] down the glen [Em] one Easter [F#m] morn [G] to a city [Em] _ fair I [Bm] die
_ There are [G] lines [Em] of marching [F#m] men [G] in [Em] squadrons past me [Bm] by
_ No [D] pipe did hum [A] nor battle [D] drum, [Bm] the town [G]
is [Bm] redder too
_ But the [G] angelus bell [Em] or the leafy [F#m] swell [G] Rung out [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Right [G] proudly high [Em] over Dublin [F#m] town [G] They hung [Em] out the flag of [Bm] war
_ Twas better [G] to die neath [Em] an Irish [F#m] guy [G] Than a Hotswold [Em] verse to the [Bm] bar
And [D] from the plains of [A] Royal [D] Mead Strong [Bm] men [G] came [Bm] hurrying through
While _ [G] Britannia's hounds with [Em] their long-range [F#m] guns
[G] Sailed the hill through [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
_ Twas [G] Britannia made our [Em] wildest [F#m] goal That [G] small [Em] nations might be [Bm] free
But the lonely [G] griefs [Em] are my silver's [F#m] waste [G] On the shore [Em] of the great North [Bm] Sea
Oh, [D] had they died by [A] fierce [D] suicide [Bm] Or fought _ [G] _ _
[Bm] _ with their names we [G] would keep
[Em] Where the Finians [F#m] sleep, [G] near the shroud of [A] the foggy [Bm] dew
But the [G] bravest fell and [Em] the raking [F#m] bell Rung [Em] mournfully and [Bm] clear
For those who [G] died [Em] that _ [F#m] Eastertide [G] In the [Em] springing of [Bm] the year
And the [D] world it gazed [A] in deep [D] amazement [Bm] At those [G] fierce men but [Bm] few
But _ [G] _ [Em] _ [F#m] Britain's light [G] might shine [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew
Oh, that [G] through the glen [Em] I rode [F#m] again And [G] my [Em] heart with grief was [Bm] sore
For I [G] parted then [Em] with valiant [F#m] men [G] Whom [Em] I never shall [Bm] see more
[D] But to unfry my [A] dreams [D] I go [Bm] And I now [G] pray for [Bm] you
For a [G] slivery flame, [Em] oh [F#m] glorious day [G] When you [A] fell in the [B] foggy [Bm] dew _ _ _ _
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