Chords for The Wolfe Tones - The Foggy Dew
Tempo:
113 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
F#m
A
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [F#m]
[E] [A] [F#m]
[Bm] As down the Glenborne [A] East, I'm on to [F#m] a city fair, [Bm] O' day,
There I'll land lines of [F#m] marching men, In squadrons passing me [F#] by.
Though piped it hum, no battle drum, [Bm] Its sound it's low, it's hard to,
But the angel's bell, or [D] the [A] limpy swell, [F#m] Rang out in the [Bm] foggy dew.
[E] [A] [F#m]
[A] [Bm] Right proudly high over [A] Dublin town, [D] They flung [F#m] out the flag [Bm] of war,
Twas better to die, neath the nigh [A]'ry sky, [D] Than in silver [A] or so [Bm] dull barred.
[F#m] And from the plains of Rylemeath, [Bm] Strung then came a reying flow,
While Britannia's sons with the [A] great big guns, [D] Sailed in through the [Bm] foggy dew.
[A]
O' the pipe fell quack, and the [A] rifle's crack, [Bm] Made [F#m] perfidious [Bm] Albion reel,
Made the laden brain [D] seven tongues [A] of hail, [F#m] Did shine o'er the lines of [Bm] steel.
By each [F#m] shining blade a prayer was said, [Bm] But to Ireland her sons [F#m] be true,
But when morning broke, still the war [A] flag, Shook out its balls [F#m] in the [Bm] foggy dew.
[F#]
[F#m] [Bm]
O' the braver has fell, and the rep [A]'rium bell, [D] Rang morn [F#m] for the [Bm] e'en clear,
For those who died a [A] diest, That died [F#m] in the springtime of the year.
While the [F#m] world it gazed with deep amaze, At [Bm] those fearless men but few,
Who bore their fight, that the [A] freedom's right, [D] Might shine through [A] the [Bm] foggy dew.
[A]
[D] [F#] [Bm]
And through the glen I [F#] roamed again, My heart with grief [Bm] was so,
For I parted with those [A] gallant men, Who [F#m] I'll never [F#m] see [F#] no more.
[F#m] On to and o'er with my dreams I go, And I [Bm] kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, [A] for glorious dead, [F#] When you fell in [A] the foggy [F#m] dew.
[Bm] [N]
[E] [A] [F#m]
[Bm] As down the Glenborne [A] East, I'm on to [F#m] a city fair, [Bm] O' day,
There I'll land lines of [F#m] marching men, In squadrons passing me [F#] by.
Though piped it hum, no battle drum, [Bm] Its sound it's low, it's hard to,
But the angel's bell, or [D] the [A] limpy swell, [F#m] Rang out in the [Bm] foggy dew.
[E] [A] [F#m]
[A] [Bm] Right proudly high over [A] Dublin town, [D] They flung [F#m] out the flag [Bm] of war,
Twas better to die, neath the nigh [A]'ry sky, [D] Than in silver [A] or so [Bm] dull barred.
[F#m] And from the plains of Rylemeath, [Bm] Strung then came a reying flow,
While Britannia's sons with the [A] great big guns, [D] Sailed in through the [Bm] foggy dew.
[A]
O' the pipe fell quack, and the [A] rifle's crack, [Bm] Made [F#m] perfidious [Bm] Albion reel,
Made the laden brain [D] seven tongues [A] of hail, [F#m] Did shine o'er the lines of [Bm] steel.
By each [F#m] shining blade a prayer was said, [Bm] But to Ireland her sons [F#m] be true,
But when morning broke, still the war [A] flag, Shook out its balls [F#m] in the [Bm] foggy dew.
[F#]
[F#m] [Bm]
O' the braver has fell, and the rep [A]'rium bell, [D] Rang morn [F#m] for the [Bm] e'en clear,
For those who died a [A] diest, That died [F#m] in the springtime of the year.
While the [F#m] world it gazed with deep amaze, At [Bm] those fearless men but few,
Who bore their fight, that the [A] freedom's right, [D] Might shine through [A] the [Bm] foggy dew.
[A]
[D] [F#] [Bm]
And through the glen I [F#] roamed again, My heart with grief [Bm] was so,
For I parted with those [A] gallant men, Who [F#m] I'll never [F#m] see [F#] no more.
[F#m] On to and o'er with my dreams I go, And I [Bm] kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, [A] for glorious dead, [F#] When you fell in [A] the foggy [F#m] dew.
[Bm] [N]
Key:
Bm
F#m
A
D
F#
Bm
F#m
A
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ As down the Glenborne [A] East, I'm on to [F#m] a city fair, [Bm] O' day, _
There I'll land lines of [F#m] marching men, In squadrons passing me [F#] by.
Though piped it hum, no battle drum, [Bm] Its sound it's low, it's hard to,
But the angel's bell, or [D] the [A] limpy swell, [F#m] Rang out in the [Bm] foggy dew. _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ Right proudly high over [A] Dublin town, [D] They flung [F#m] out the flag [Bm] of war,
Twas better to die, neath the nigh [A]'ry sky, [D] Than in silver [A] or so [Bm] dull _ barred.
[F#m] And from the plains of _ Rylemeath, [Bm] Strung then came a reying flow,
While Britannia's sons with the [A] great big guns, [D] Sailed in through the [Bm] foggy dew. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ O' the pipe fell quack, and the [A] rifle's crack, [Bm] Made [F#m] perfidious [Bm] Albion reel,
_ Made the laden brain [D] seven tongues [A] of hail, [F#m] Did shine o'er the lines of [Bm] steel.
_ By each [F#m] shining blade a prayer was said, [Bm] But to Ireland her sons [F#m] be true,
_ But when morning broke, still the war [A] flag, Shook out its balls [F#m] in the [Bm] foggy dew.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ O' the braver has fell, and the rep [A]'rium bell, [D] Rang morn [F#m] for the [Bm] e'en clear,
_ For those who died a [A] diest, That died [F#m] in the springtime of the year.
_ While the [F#m] world it gazed with deep amaze, At [Bm] those fearless men but few,
Who bore their fight, that the [A] freedom's right, [D] Might shine through [A] the [Bm] foggy dew.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
And through the glen I [F#] roamed again, My heart with grief [Bm] was so, _
For I parted with those [A] gallant men, Who [F#m] I'll never [F#m] see [F#] no more.
[F#m] On to and o'er with my dreams I go, And I [Bm] kneel and pray for you,
For slavery _ fled, [A] for glorious dead, [F#] _ When you fell in [A] the foggy [F#m] dew. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ As down the Glenborne [A] East, I'm on to [F#m] a city fair, [Bm] O' day, _
There I'll land lines of [F#m] marching men, In squadrons passing me [F#] by.
Though piped it hum, no battle drum, [Bm] Its sound it's low, it's hard to,
But the angel's bell, or [D] the [A] limpy swell, [F#m] Rang out in the [Bm] foggy dew. _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ Right proudly high over [A] Dublin town, [D] They flung [F#m] out the flag [Bm] of war,
Twas better to die, neath the nigh [A]'ry sky, [D] Than in silver [A] or so [Bm] dull _ barred.
[F#m] And from the plains of _ Rylemeath, [Bm] Strung then came a reying flow,
While Britannia's sons with the [A] great big guns, [D] Sailed in through the [Bm] foggy dew. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ O' the pipe fell quack, and the [A] rifle's crack, [Bm] Made [F#m] perfidious [Bm] Albion reel,
_ Made the laden brain [D] seven tongues [A] of hail, [F#m] Did shine o'er the lines of [Bm] steel.
_ By each [F#m] shining blade a prayer was said, [Bm] But to Ireland her sons [F#m] be true,
_ But when morning broke, still the war [A] flag, Shook out its balls [F#m] in the [Bm] foggy dew.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ O' the braver has fell, and the rep [A]'rium bell, [D] Rang morn [F#m] for the [Bm] e'en clear,
_ For those who died a [A] diest, That died [F#m] in the springtime of the year.
_ While the [F#m] world it gazed with deep amaze, At [Bm] those fearless men but few,
Who bore their fight, that the [A] freedom's right, [D] Might shine through [A] the [Bm] foggy dew.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
And through the glen I [F#] roamed again, My heart with grief [Bm] was so, _
For I parted with those [A] gallant men, Who [F#m] I'll never [F#m] see [F#] no more.
[F#m] On to and o'er with my dreams I go, And I [Bm] kneel and pray for you,
For slavery _ fled, [A] for glorious dead, [F#] _ When you fell in [A] the foggy [F#m] dew. _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _