Luke Kelly The Foggy Dew Chords
Tempo:
108.5 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
C
F
G
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Dm]
[G] [Am]
[C] [G] [Dm] [D] [C]
[Dm] As down the [C] Glenwani storm morn to [Dm] a city fair rode I, there are met lines [C] of marching
men [Dm] in squadrons passed me by.
No [F] fief did [C] hum nor battle [F] drum did sound its dread [Bb] tattoo,
but [Dm] the Angelus bells o'er [C] the Liffey swell [Dm] rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high [C] over Dublin town [Dm] they hung out the flag of war.
T'was better to die neath [C] an Irish sky than [Dm] at Sulver or Sudalbar.
And [F] from the [Fm] plains [C] of [F] Royal Meath strong men came [D] hurrying through,
[Dm] while Britannia's Huns with [C] their long-range guns [Dm] sailed in through the foggy dew.
T'was Britannia bad [C] or wild, Gees, [G] oh, that [Dm] small nation's might be free,
but their lonely graves [C] are by Sulver's ways o'er [Dm] the shore of the great North Sea.
[F] Oh, had they died [C] by [F] Pearce's side or fought with [Bb] [Dm]
their names we would keep
[C] where the Fenian's feet meet the shroud [Dm] of the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell [C] and the Requiem bell rang for [Dm] me and clear,
for those who died [C] back [D] Easter tied [Dm] in the springing of the year.
[F] And the world it gazed in deep amaze at those fearless men [Bb] but few,
[Dm] too bored of fight [C] that freedom's light [Dm] might shine through the foggy dew.
[G] [Am]
[C] [G] [Dm] [D] [C]
[Dm] As down the [C] Glenwani storm morn to [Dm] a city fair rode I, there are met lines [C] of marching
men [Dm] in squadrons passed me by.
No [F] fief did [C] hum nor battle [F] drum did sound its dread [Bb] tattoo,
but [Dm] the Angelus bells o'er [C] the Liffey swell [Dm] rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high [C] over Dublin town [Dm] they hung out the flag of war.
T'was better to die neath [C] an Irish sky than [Dm] at Sulver or Sudalbar.
And [F] from the [Fm] plains [C] of [F] Royal Meath strong men came [D] hurrying through,
[Dm] while Britannia's Huns with [C] their long-range guns [Dm] sailed in through the foggy dew.
T'was Britannia bad [C] or wild, Gees, [G] oh, that [Dm] small nation's might be free,
but their lonely graves [C] are by Sulver's ways o'er [Dm] the shore of the great North Sea.
[F] Oh, had they died [C] by [F] Pearce's side or fought with [Bb] [Dm]
their names we would keep
[C] where the Fenian's feet meet the shroud [Dm] of the foggy dew.
But the bravest fell [C] and the Requiem bell rang for [Dm] me and clear,
for those who died [C] back [D] Easter tied [Dm] in the springing of the year.
[F] And the world it gazed in deep amaze at those fearless men [Bb] but few,
[Dm] too bored of fight [C] that freedom's light [Dm] might shine through the foggy dew.
Key:
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F
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ As down the _ [C] Glenwani _ storm morn to [Dm] a city _ _ fair rode _ I, _ there are met lines [C] of marching
men [Dm] in squadrons _ passed me _ by.
No [F] fief did [C] hum nor battle _ [F] drum did sound its dread [Bb] tattoo,
_ but [Dm] the _ Angelus bells o'er [C] the Liffey swell [Dm] rang out through the foggy dew.
_ _ _ Right proudly high [C] over Dublin town [Dm] they hung out the flag of war.
T'was better to die neath [C] an Irish sky than [Dm] at Sulver or _ _ Sudalbar. _
And [F] from the [Fm] plains [C] of [F] Royal Meath strong men came [D] hurrying through,
_ _ [Dm] _ while Britannia's Huns with [C] their long-range guns [Dm] sailed in through the foggy dew.
T'was _ Britannia bad [C] or wild, Gees, [G] oh, that [Dm] small _ nation's might be free,
_ _ but their lonely graves [C] are by Sulver's ways o'er [Dm] the shore of the great North Sea.
_ [F] Oh, had they died [C] by _ [F] Pearce's side or fought with _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Dm]
their names we would keep
[C] where the _ Fenian's feet meet the shroud [Dm] of the foggy dew.
_ But the bravest fell [C] and the Requiem bell rang for [Dm] me and clear,
for those who died [C] back [D] Easter tied [Dm] in the _ springing of the year.
[F] And the world it gazed in deep amaze at those fearless men [Bb] but _ few,
[Dm] too bored of fight [C] that freedom's light [Dm] might shine through the foggy dew. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _
[C] _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ [C] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ As down the _ [C] Glenwani _ storm morn to [Dm] a city _ _ fair rode _ I, _ there are met lines [C] of marching
men [Dm] in squadrons _ passed me _ by.
No [F] fief did [C] hum nor battle _ [F] drum did sound its dread [Bb] tattoo,
_ but [Dm] the _ Angelus bells o'er [C] the Liffey swell [Dm] rang out through the foggy dew.
_ _ _ Right proudly high [C] over Dublin town [Dm] they hung out the flag of war.
T'was better to die neath [C] an Irish sky than [Dm] at Sulver or _ _ Sudalbar. _
And [F] from the [Fm] plains [C] of [F] Royal Meath strong men came [D] hurrying through,
_ _ [Dm] _ while Britannia's Huns with [C] their long-range guns [Dm] sailed in through the foggy dew.
T'was _ Britannia bad [C] or wild, Gees, [G] oh, that [Dm] small _ nation's might be free,
_ _ but their lonely graves [C] are by Sulver's ways o'er [Dm] the shore of the great North Sea.
_ [F] Oh, had they died [C] by _ [F] Pearce's side or fought with _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Dm]
their names we would keep
[C] where the _ Fenian's feet meet the shroud [Dm] of the foggy dew.
_ But the bravest fell [C] and the Requiem bell rang for [Dm] me and clear,
for those who died [C] back [D] Easter tied [Dm] in the _ springing of the year.
[F] And the world it gazed in deep amaze at those fearless men [Bb] but _ few,
[Dm] too bored of fight [C] that freedom's light [Dm] might shine through the foggy dew. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _