The Foggy Dew Chords by The Dubliners
Tempo:
117 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
A
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
It was down the [A]
Glenwaneastern line, [Bm] the [A] city [Bm] parallel line,
There are no lines [D] of [A] marching men, his [Bm] squadron [A] passed [Bm]
by.
[D] No pithy [A] hummer, battle [Bm] drum, the sound is straight at two,
But the angelus bell, or [A] the levy swell, [Bm] rang out to [A] forgive [Bm]
you.
Ride proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] they hung [A] out the flag [Bm] of war.
It was better to die [A] beneath an irish sky, [Bm] than at silver [A] silver [Bm] fire.
[D] And from the plains [A] of [Bm] royal mead, strong men came hurrying through,
While the Chania's hung [A] with their long-range drum, [Bm]
sailing by [A] the pool.
[Bm]
It was England bound, [A] our wild geese go, as [Bm] all [A] nations might be [Bm] pleased,
But their lonely [A] graves are by silver, [Bm] on the fringe of a [A] great [Bm]
Moor's sea.
[D] Oh, had they died [A] by [Bm] Piers's side, or fought with cattle bred,
Their names we would keep [A] by the Fenyan's swift, [Bm] shroud of [A] the fog [B] of year.
[Bm] But the bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm]
were [A] [Bm] mournfully unclear.
For those who joined [A] that Easter time, [Bm] the [A] springtime of [Bm] the year,
The [D] world it [A] gazed in [Bm] deep amazement, at those stilt-padded men but few,
Who bore the light [A] that freedom's [Bm] light shines [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew.
Back to the Glen, [A] they rode again,
[Bm] They rode [A] again, they rode again, they rode again, [Bm] they rode again, they rode again.
For I parted with [A] those valiant men, [Bm] I never [A] would see [Bm] no more.
[D] And to Ambro in [A] my dreams [Bm] I will go, I'll kneel up, I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, [A] he reveled, and [Bm] when he fell, [A] he took all he hid, [Bm] he e'er knew.
[N]
It was down the [A]
Glenwaneastern line, [Bm] the [A] city [Bm] parallel line,
There are no lines [D] of [A] marching men, his [Bm] squadron [A] passed [Bm]
by.
[D] No pithy [A] hummer, battle [Bm] drum, the sound is straight at two,
But the angelus bell, or [A] the levy swell, [Bm] rang out to [A] forgive [Bm]
you.
Ride proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] they hung [A] out the flag [Bm] of war.
It was better to die [A] beneath an irish sky, [Bm] than at silver [A] silver [Bm] fire.
[D] And from the plains [A] of [Bm] royal mead, strong men came hurrying through,
While the Chania's hung [A] with their long-range drum, [Bm]
sailing by [A] the pool.
[Bm]
It was England bound, [A] our wild geese go, as [Bm] all [A] nations might be [Bm] pleased,
But their lonely [A] graves are by silver, [Bm] on the fringe of a [A] great [Bm]
Moor's sea.
[D] Oh, had they died [A] by [Bm] Piers's side, or fought with cattle bred,
Their names we would keep [A] by the Fenyan's swift, [Bm] shroud of [A] the fog [B] of year.
[Bm] But the bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm]
were [A] [Bm] mournfully unclear.
For those who joined [A] that Easter time, [Bm] the [A] springtime of [Bm] the year,
The [D] world it [A] gazed in [Bm] deep amazement, at those stilt-padded men but few,
Who bore the light [A] that freedom's [Bm] light shines [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew.
Back to the Glen, [A] they rode again,
[Bm] They rode [A] again, they rode again, they rode again, [Bm] they rode again, they rode again.
For I parted with [A] those valiant men, [Bm] I never [A] would see [Bm] no more.
[D] And to Ambro in [A] my dreams [Bm] I will go, I'll kneel up, I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, [A] he reveled, and [Bm] when he fell, [A] he took all he hid, [Bm] he e'er knew.
[N]
Key:
Bm
A
D
B
Bm
A
D
B
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It was down the _ [A] _
Glenwaneastern line, [Bm] the [A] city [Bm] parallel line,
_ There are no lines [D] of [A] marching men, his [Bm] squadron [A] passed _ [Bm]
by.
_ [D] No pithy [A] hummer, battle [Bm] drum, the sound is straight at two,
But the angelus bell, or [A] the levy swell, [Bm] rang out to [A] forgive [Bm] _
you.
_ _ _ _ Ride proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] they hung [A] out the flag [Bm] of war.
It was better to die [A] beneath an irish sky, [Bm] than at silver [A] silver [Bm] _ fire.
[D] And from the plains [A] of [Bm] royal mead, strong men came hurrying through,
While the Chania's hung [A] with their long-range drum, [Bm]
sailing by [A] the pool.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It was England bound, [A] our wild geese go, as [Bm] all [A] nations might be [Bm] pleased,
_ But their lonely [A] graves are by silver, [Bm] on the fringe of a [A] great [Bm]
Moor's sea.
_ _ [D] Oh, had they died [A] by [Bm] Piers's side, or fought with cattle bred,
Their names we would keep [A] by the Fenyan's swift, [Bm] shroud of [A] the fog [B] of year.
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ But the bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm]
were _ [A] [Bm] mournfully unclear.
_ For those who joined [A] that Easter time, [Bm] the [A] springtime of [Bm] the year,
The [D] world it [A] gazed in [Bm] deep amazement, at those stilt-padded men but _ few,
Who bore the light [A] that freedom's [Bm] light shines [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew. _ _ _
_ _ Back to the Glen, [A] they rode again,
[Bm] They rode [A] again, they rode again, they rode again, [Bm] they rode again, they rode again.
_ For I parted with [A] those valiant men, [Bm] I never [A] would see [Bm] no more.
_ [D] And to Ambro in [A] my dreams [Bm] I will go, I'll kneel up, I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, [A] he reveled, and [Bm] when he fell, [A] he took all he hid, [Bm] he e'er knew. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ It was down the _ [A] _
Glenwaneastern line, [Bm] the [A] city [Bm] parallel line,
_ There are no lines [D] of [A] marching men, his [Bm] squadron [A] passed _ [Bm]
by.
_ [D] No pithy [A] hummer, battle [Bm] drum, the sound is straight at two,
But the angelus bell, or [A] the levy swell, [Bm] rang out to [A] forgive [Bm] _
you.
_ _ _ _ Ride proudly high [A] over Dublin town, [Bm] they hung [A] out the flag [Bm] of war.
It was better to die [A] beneath an irish sky, [Bm] than at silver [A] silver [Bm] _ fire.
[D] And from the plains [A] of [Bm] royal mead, strong men came hurrying through,
While the Chania's hung [A] with their long-range drum, [Bm]
sailing by [A] the pool.
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It was England bound, [A] our wild geese go, as [Bm] all [A] nations might be [Bm] pleased,
_ But their lonely [A] graves are by silver, [Bm] on the fringe of a [A] great [Bm]
Moor's sea.
_ _ [D] Oh, had they died [A] by [Bm] Piers's side, or fought with cattle bred,
Their names we would keep [A] by the Fenyan's swift, [Bm] shroud of [A] the fog [B] of year.
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ But the bravest fell, [A] and the solemn bell, [Bm]
were _ [A] [Bm] mournfully unclear.
_ For those who joined [A] that Easter time, [Bm] the [A] springtime of [Bm] the year,
The [D] world it [A] gazed in [Bm] deep amazement, at those stilt-padded men but _ few,
Who bore the light [A] that freedom's [Bm] light shines [A] through the [Bm] foggy dew. _ _ _
_ _ Back to the Glen, [A] they rode again,
[Bm] They rode [A] again, they rode again, they rode again, [Bm] they rode again, they rode again.
_ For I parted with [A] those valiant men, [Bm] I never [A] would see [Bm] no more.
_ [D] And to Ambro in [A] my dreams [Bm] I will go, I'll kneel up, I'll pray for you.
Oh, slavery fled, [A] he reveled, and [Bm] when he fell, [A] he took all he hid, [Bm] he e'er knew. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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