The Foggy Dew Chords by The Irish Brigade
Tempo:
127.55 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Bb
Eb
C
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm]
We're here in [G] the sidewalk in Cattleborough Street.
Just around the corner is the GPO, become the symbol of the struggle [Cm] in Ireland from 1916.
This song is a song of [G] 1916, [A] a song called The Fogging Jew.
[G] [Cm]
[Bb] [C] [Eb]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Bb]
[Eb]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm] [F] [Cm]
[Bb]
[Eb]
[Bb] [Cm] Oh, it's down the glen [Bb] on an Easter morn
[Ab] To a [Bb] city fair, [Cm] Rhode Isle
Oh, there are [Bb] midnights of marching men
[C] In [Bb] squadrons pass [Cm] me by
Ah, [Eb] no pipe did hum, [Bb] no battle [Cm]
drum
Did sound out its loud battle
Ah, but the angelic bell
[Bb] Oh, the liftly swell
[Cm] Rang [Bb] out in the [Cm] foggy dew
Oh, like fowl in high [Bb] over Dublin town
[Cm] We hung [Bb] out the flag [Cm] of war
It was better to die [Bb] in an Irish guide
[C] Than a silver [Bb] suit [Cm] of arms
[Eb] Oh, I thought the flames [Bb] of royal [C] rain
Frayed and engulfed and cruel
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-awaited guns
[Cm] Sailed in through the foggy dew
Well, the night fell black [Bb] and the rifle cracked
[Cm] It perfidious [Bb] how the [Cm] invaders
Need to let them rip
[Bb] Seven tons of flame
[Cm] Did shine [Bb] over our ring [Cm] of steel
[Eb] By shining glitter
[Bb] A prayer [C] was said that to [Gm] Ireland the sons [Cm] would be true
And with morning broke till [Bb] the war flag shot
[Cm] Out its bow [Bb] in the [Cm] foggy dew
It was England who paid [Bb] our wildest goal
[C] That small [Bb] nations might [Cm] be free
Ah, when their lonely graves [Bb] are by South [Cm] Lathwaite
On the [Bb] shore of the great [Cm] North Sea
[Eb]
Oh, how they died [Bb] by fierce's [Cm] side
Our [Bb] fog with the [Cm] fog was good
Well, their names could keep [Bb] where the people sleep
In [Cm] the [Bb] sheds of [Eb] the [Cm] foggy dew
Here we go!
[Bb] [Eb]
[Cm]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Bb] [Cm] [Eb]
No, no, no, [Gm] no, no, [Cm] no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, [Bb] no, no
[Cm]
[Bb] [Cm] Well, the bravest fell [Gm] and the requiem bell
[Cm] Told mournfully [Bb] loud [Cm] and clear
Ah, for those who died [Bb] on that Easter tide
[Cm] At the [Bb] springtime [Cm] of the year
While [Eb] the world did dance [Bb] in the [Cm] evening
Ah, those gallant men, oh, good, ah, who pulled
Hey, [Bb] that freedom's light [Cm] was shining [Bb] through the [Cm] foggy dew
Round you go!
[Am] Ah, but through the glen they [Eb] rolled again
My heart became [Gm] [Cm] sore
For I parted then [Bb] with my young man
[Cm] Of [Eb] the miles [Cm] of the world
[Eb] Ah, but till I'm grown my [Cm] dreams may go
I may pray for you
For slivery fled
[Gm]
Oh, [Bb] the rebel dead
When [Cm] you fell in [Bb] the [Cm] foggy dew
I can't sleep!
[N]
We're here in [G] the sidewalk in Cattleborough Street.
Just around the corner is the GPO, become the symbol of the struggle [Cm] in Ireland from 1916.
This song is a song of [G] 1916, [A] a song called The Fogging Jew.
[G] [Cm]
[Bb] [C] [Eb]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Bb]
[Eb]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm] [F] [Cm]
[Bb]
[Eb]
[Bb] [Cm] Oh, it's down the glen [Bb] on an Easter morn
[Ab] To a [Bb] city fair, [Cm] Rhode Isle
Oh, there are [Bb] midnights of marching men
[C] In [Bb] squadrons pass [Cm] me by
Ah, [Eb] no pipe did hum, [Bb] no battle [Cm]
drum
Did sound out its loud battle
Ah, but the angelic bell
[Bb] Oh, the liftly swell
[Cm] Rang [Bb] out in the [Cm] foggy dew
Oh, like fowl in high [Bb] over Dublin town
[Cm] We hung [Bb] out the flag [Cm] of war
It was better to die [Bb] in an Irish guide
[C] Than a silver [Bb] suit [Cm] of arms
[Eb] Oh, I thought the flames [Bb] of royal [C] rain
Frayed and engulfed and cruel
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-awaited guns
[Cm] Sailed in through the foggy dew
Well, the night fell black [Bb] and the rifle cracked
[Cm] It perfidious [Bb] how the [Cm] invaders
Need to let them rip
[Bb] Seven tons of flame
[Cm] Did shine [Bb] over our ring [Cm] of steel
[Eb] By shining glitter
[Bb] A prayer [C] was said that to [Gm] Ireland the sons [Cm] would be true
And with morning broke till [Bb] the war flag shot
[Cm] Out its bow [Bb] in the [Cm] foggy dew
It was England who paid [Bb] our wildest goal
[C] That small [Bb] nations might [Cm] be free
Ah, when their lonely graves [Bb] are by South [Cm] Lathwaite
On the [Bb] shore of the great [Cm] North Sea
[Eb]
Oh, how they died [Bb] by fierce's [Cm] side
Our [Bb] fog with the [Cm] fog was good
Well, their names could keep [Bb] where the people sleep
In [Cm] the [Bb] sheds of [Eb] the [Cm] foggy dew
Here we go!
[Bb] [Eb]
[Cm]
[Bb] [Cm]
[Bb] [Cm] [Eb]
No, no, no, [Gm] no, no, [Cm] no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, [Bb] no, no
[Cm]
[Bb] [Cm] Well, the bravest fell [Gm] and the requiem bell
[Cm] Told mournfully [Bb] loud [Cm] and clear
Ah, for those who died [Bb] on that Easter tide
[Cm] At the [Bb] springtime [Cm] of the year
While [Eb] the world did dance [Bb] in the [Cm] evening
Ah, those gallant men, oh, good, ah, who pulled
Hey, [Bb] that freedom's light [Cm] was shining [Bb] through the [Cm] foggy dew
Round you go!
[Am] Ah, but through the glen they [Eb] rolled again
My heart became [Gm] [Cm] sore
For I parted then [Bb] with my young man
[Cm] Of [Eb] the miles [Cm] of the world
[Eb] Ah, but till I'm grown my [Cm] dreams may go
I may pray for you
For slivery fled
[Gm]
Oh, [Bb] the rebel dead
When [Cm] you fell in [Bb] the [Cm] foggy dew
I can't sleep!
[N]
Key:
Cm
Bb
Eb
C
Gm
Cm
Bb
Eb
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
_ We're here in [G] the sidewalk in Cattleborough Street. _
_ Just around the corner is the GPO, become the symbol of the struggle [Cm] in Ireland from 1916.
This song is a song of [G] 1916, [A] a song called The Fogging Jew. _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ Oh, it's down the glen [Bb] on an Easter morn
[Ab] To a [Bb] city fair, [Cm] Rhode _ Isle
Oh, there are _ [Bb] midnights of marching men
[C] In [Bb] squadrons pass [Cm] me by
_ Ah, [Eb] no pipe did hum, [Bb] no battle [Cm]
drum
Did sound out its loud battle
_ Ah, but the _ angelic bell
[Bb] Oh, the liftly swell
[Cm] Rang [Bb] out in the [Cm] foggy dew
Oh, like fowl in high [Bb] over Dublin town
[Cm] We hung [Bb] out the flag [Cm] of war
_ It was better to die [Bb] in an Irish guide
[C] Than a silver [Bb] suit [Cm] of _ arms
[Eb] Oh, I thought the flames [Bb] of royal [C] rain
Frayed and engulfed and cruel _
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-awaited guns
[Cm] Sailed in through the foggy dew
Well, the night fell black [Bb] and the rifle cracked
[Cm] It perfidious [Bb] how the [Cm] invaders
Need to let them rip
[Bb] Seven tons of flame
[Cm] Did shine [Bb] over our ring [Cm] of steel
[Eb] By shining glitter
[Bb] A prayer [C] was said that to [Gm] Ireland the sons [Cm] would be true
And with morning broke till [Bb] the war flag shot
[Cm] Out its bow [Bb] in the [Cm] foggy dew
_ It was England who paid [Bb] our wildest goal
[C] That small [Bb] nations might [Cm] be free
Ah, when their lonely graves [Bb] are by South [Cm] Lathwaite
On the [Bb] shore of the great [Cm] North Sea
[Eb]
Oh, how they died [Bb] by fierce's [Cm] side
Our [Bb] fog with the [Cm] fog was good
Well, their names could keep [Bb] where the people sleep
In [Cm] the [Bb] sheds of [Eb] the [Cm] foggy dew
Here we go! _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
No, no, no, [Gm] no, no, [Cm] no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, _ _ no, no, no, [Bb] no, _ no
[Cm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ Well, the _ _ _ bravest fell _ [Gm] and the _ _ requiem bell _
[Cm] Told mournfully [Bb] _ loud [Cm] and clear
_ _ _ Ah, for those who died [Bb] on that Easter tide
[Cm] At the [Bb] springtime _ [Cm] of the year
_ While [Eb] the world did dance [Bb] in the [Cm] evening
Ah, those gallant men, oh, good, ah, who pulled
Hey, [Bb] that freedom's light [Cm] was shining [Bb] through the [Cm] foggy dew
Round you go! _
[Am] Ah, but through the glen they [Eb] rolled again
My heart became [Gm] _ [Cm] sore
For I parted then [Bb] with my young man
[Cm] Of [Eb] the miles [Cm] of the world
[Eb] Ah, but till I'm grown my [Cm] dreams may go
I may _ pray for _ you
_ _ _ For _ _ _ _ slivery _ fled
[Gm]
Oh, [Bb] the rebel _ _ dead
When [Cm] you fell in [Bb] the _ _ [Cm] foggy dew
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ can't sleep! _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ We're here in [G] the sidewalk in Cattleborough Street. _
_ Just around the corner is the GPO, become the symbol of the struggle [Cm] in Ireland from 1916.
This song is a song of [G] 1916, [A] a song called The Fogging Jew. _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ [F] _ [Cm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ Oh, it's down the glen [Bb] on an Easter morn
[Ab] To a [Bb] city fair, [Cm] Rhode _ Isle
Oh, there are _ [Bb] midnights of marching men
[C] In [Bb] squadrons pass [Cm] me by
_ Ah, [Eb] no pipe did hum, [Bb] no battle [Cm]
drum
Did sound out its loud battle
_ Ah, but the _ angelic bell
[Bb] Oh, the liftly swell
[Cm] Rang [Bb] out in the [Cm] foggy dew
Oh, like fowl in high [Bb] over Dublin town
[Cm] We hung [Bb] out the flag [Cm] of war
_ It was better to die [Bb] in an Irish guide
[C] Than a silver [Bb] suit [Cm] of _ arms
[Eb] Oh, I thought the flames [Bb] of royal [C] rain
Frayed and engulfed and cruel _
[Cm] While Britannia's sons [Bb] with their long-awaited guns
[Cm] Sailed in through the foggy dew
Well, the night fell black [Bb] and the rifle cracked
[Cm] It perfidious [Bb] how the [Cm] invaders
Need to let them rip
[Bb] Seven tons of flame
[Cm] Did shine [Bb] over our ring [Cm] of steel
[Eb] By shining glitter
[Bb] A prayer [C] was said that to [Gm] Ireland the sons [Cm] would be true
And with morning broke till [Bb] the war flag shot
[Cm] Out its bow [Bb] in the [Cm] foggy dew
_ It was England who paid [Bb] our wildest goal
[C] That small [Bb] nations might [Cm] be free
Ah, when their lonely graves [Bb] are by South [Cm] Lathwaite
On the [Bb] shore of the great [Cm] North Sea
[Eb]
Oh, how they died [Bb] by fierce's [Cm] side
Our [Bb] fog with the [Cm] fog was good
Well, their names could keep [Bb] where the people sleep
In [Cm] the [Bb] sheds of [Eb] the [Cm] foggy dew
Here we go! _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
No, no, no, [Gm] no, no, [Cm] no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, _ _ no, no, no, [Bb] no, _ no
[Cm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ Well, the _ _ _ bravest fell _ [Gm] and the _ _ requiem bell _
[Cm] Told mournfully [Bb] _ loud [Cm] and clear
_ _ _ Ah, for those who died [Bb] on that Easter tide
[Cm] At the [Bb] springtime _ [Cm] of the year
_ While [Eb] the world did dance [Bb] in the [Cm] evening
Ah, those gallant men, oh, good, ah, who pulled
Hey, [Bb] that freedom's light [Cm] was shining [Bb] through the [Cm] foggy dew
Round you go! _
[Am] Ah, but through the glen they [Eb] rolled again
My heart became [Gm] _ [Cm] sore
For I parted then [Bb] with my young man
[Cm] Of [Eb] the miles [Cm] of the world
[Eb] Ah, but till I'm grown my [Cm] dreams may go
I may _ pray for _ you
_ _ _ For _ _ _ _ slivery _ fled
[Gm]
Oh, [Bb] the rebel _ _ dead
When [Cm] you fell in [Bb] the _ _ [Cm] foggy dew
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ can't sleep! _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _