The Foggy Dew - The Dubliners | 40 Years Reunion: Live from The Gaiety (2003) Chords
Tempo:
116.65 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
A
B
D
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It was down the glen, [A] one Easter morn, [Bm] The city [B] paralyzed.
There arm'd with lines [A] of marching men, [Bm] His squadron [B] passed them [Bm] by.
[D] No pipe did hum [A] their flatted [Bm] drum, Its sound as flat as two.
But the angelous bell, [A] o'er the lip he swell, [Bm] Rang out for forgive you.
Right proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] They hung out the flag of war.
Was better to die [A] beneath an iris sky, [Bm] Than in silver, [F#m] silver fire.
[D] From the plains [B] of royal [Bm] mead, Some men came hurrying through.
Well, but Chania's hung, [A] with their long-range guns, [Bm] They'll live by [B] the forgive you.
It was England bound, [A] our wildest goal, [Bm] As all nations might [D] be [Bm] pleased.
But their lonely graves [A] are by silver's way, [Bm] On the fringe of the great North Sea.
[D] Oh, have they died [A] by pierce of [Bm] sight, Or fought with cowards their names we would keep.
Where the Fenya's stood, [Bm] the shroud of the [B] fallen years.
[Bm] The bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm] The morn pulling him clear.
For those who died [A] that Easter time, [Bm] The [A] springtime of [Bm] the year.
[E] The world it gaze [A] in deep [Bm] amaze, And those stout-hearted men but few.
Who bore the light that brings, [Bm] My child of morning dew.
Back to the glen, [A] my road, [Bm]
[A] my road of sorrow.
For I parted with [A] those valiant men, I [Bm]
never would see no more.
And [D]
soon, and through in my [A] dreams I will [Bm] go, I'll kneel and I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, he [A] reveled in, When he fell, the [A] faulty E.T. [Bm].A. [F#]
There arm'd with lines [A] of marching men, [Bm] His squadron [B] passed them [Bm] by.
[D] No pipe did hum [A] their flatted [Bm] drum, Its sound as flat as two.
But the angelous bell, [A] o'er the lip he swell, [Bm] Rang out for forgive you.
Right proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] They hung out the flag of war.
Was better to die [A] beneath an iris sky, [Bm] Than in silver, [F#m] silver fire.
[D] From the plains [B] of royal [Bm] mead, Some men came hurrying through.
Well, but Chania's hung, [A] with their long-range guns, [Bm] They'll live by [B] the forgive you.
It was England bound, [A] our wildest goal, [Bm] As all nations might [D] be [Bm] pleased.
But their lonely graves [A] are by silver's way, [Bm] On the fringe of the great North Sea.
[D] Oh, have they died [A] by pierce of [Bm] sight, Or fought with cowards their names we would keep.
Where the Fenya's stood, [Bm] the shroud of the [B] fallen years.
[Bm] The bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm] The morn pulling him clear.
For those who died [A] that Easter time, [Bm] The [A] springtime of [Bm] the year.
[E] The world it gaze [A] in deep [Bm] amaze, And those stout-hearted men but few.
Who bore the light that brings, [Bm] My child of morning dew.
Back to the glen, [A] my road, [Bm]
[A] my road of sorrow.
For I parted with [A] those valiant men, I [Bm]
never would see no more.
And [D]
soon, and through in my [A] dreams I will [Bm] go, I'll kneel and I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, he [A] reveled in, When he fell, the [A] faulty E.T. [Bm].A. [F#]
Key:
Bm
A
B
D
F#m
Bm
A
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It was down the glen, [A] one Easter morn, [Bm] The city [B] _ paralyzed.
_ _ There arm'd with lines [A] of marching men, [Bm] His squadron [B] passed them [Bm] by.
_ [D] No pipe did hum [A] their flatted [Bm] drum, Its sound as flat as two.
_ But the angelous bell, [A] o'er the lip he swell, [Bm] Rang out for forgive _ you. _
_ _ Right proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] They hung out the flag of war.
_ Was better to die [A] beneath an iris sky, [Bm] Than in silver, _ [F#m] silver fire.
[D] From the plains [B] of royal [Bm] mead, Some men came hurrying through.
Well, but Chania's hung, [A] with their long-range guns, [Bm] They'll live by [B] the forgive you.
_ _ _ _ _ It was England bound, [A] our wildest goal, [Bm] As all nations might [D] be [Bm] pleased.
But their lonely graves [A] are by silver's way, [Bm] On the fringe of the great North Sea.
_ [D] Oh, have they died [A] by pierce of [Bm] sight, Or fought with cowards _ _ their names we would keep.
Where the Fenya's stood, [Bm] the shroud of the [B] fallen _ years. _
[Bm] _ _ The bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm] The morn pulling him clear.
_ For those who died [A] that Easter time, [Bm] The [A] springtime of [Bm] the year.
_ [E] The world it gaze [A] in deep [Bm] amaze, And those stout-hearted men but few.
Who bore the light that brings, _ [Bm] My child of morning dew.
_ _ _ _ _ Back to the glen, [A] my road, _ _ [Bm] _
_ [A] my road of sorrow.
For I parted with [A] those valiant men, I [Bm]
never would see no more.
And [D] _
soon, and through in my [A] dreams I will [Bm] go, I'll kneel and I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, he [A] _ reveled in, When he fell, the [A] _ faulty E.T. [Bm].A. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ It was down the glen, [A] one Easter morn, [Bm] The city [B] _ paralyzed.
_ _ There arm'd with lines [A] of marching men, [Bm] His squadron [B] passed them [Bm] by.
_ [D] No pipe did hum [A] their flatted [Bm] drum, Its sound as flat as two.
_ But the angelous bell, [A] o'er the lip he swell, [Bm] Rang out for forgive _ you. _
_ _ Right proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] They hung out the flag of war.
_ Was better to die [A] beneath an iris sky, [Bm] Than in silver, _ [F#m] silver fire.
[D] From the plains [B] of royal [Bm] mead, Some men came hurrying through.
Well, but Chania's hung, [A] with their long-range guns, [Bm] They'll live by [B] the forgive you.
_ _ _ _ _ It was England bound, [A] our wildest goal, [Bm] As all nations might [D] be [Bm] pleased.
But their lonely graves [A] are by silver's way, [Bm] On the fringe of the great North Sea.
_ [D] Oh, have they died [A] by pierce of [Bm] sight, Or fought with cowards _ _ their names we would keep.
Where the Fenya's stood, [Bm] the shroud of the [B] fallen _ years. _
[Bm] _ _ The bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm] The morn pulling him clear.
_ For those who died [A] that Easter time, [Bm] The [A] springtime of [Bm] the year.
_ [E] The world it gaze [A] in deep [Bm] amaze, And those stout-hearted men but few.
Who bore the light that brings, _ [Bm] My child of morning dew.
_ _ _ _ _ Back to the glen, [A] my road, _ _ [Bm] _
_ [A] my road of sorrow.
For I parted with [A] those valiant men, I [Bm]
never would see no more.
And [D] _
soon, and through in my [A] dreams I will [Bm] go, I'll kneel and I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, he [A] _ reveled in, When he fell, the [A] _ faulty E.T. [Bm].A. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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