Chords for Al O'Donnell - The Granemore Hare
Tempo:
150.1 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
F#
A#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A#m]
[C#]
[G#]
[C#]
[G#]
[C#]
[G#] [C#]
[F#] One fine [C#] winter's morning my horn I [G#] did blow
[G#m] [C#] To the green fields of Cady to hunt I did go
[F#] We gathered [C#] our dogs [F#] and circled around
[G#] For [F#] none loved the [C#] sport better than the boys of [G#] Maydown
[G#m]
[F#] And when [C#] we arrived they were all [G#] standing there
We set off [C#] for the fields in search of the hare
We [A#m] didn't [C#] get far [F#] till someone gave a cheer
[G#] Over [F#] high hills [C#] and valleys the wee hare [G#] did steer
When [G#m]
[F#] she got to [C#] the heather she tried them [G#] to shun
[G#m] The [C#]
dogs never missed her one inch that she ran
[A#m] They were kept [C#] well packed [A#m] going [F#] over the hill
[D#] They [F#] had set [C#] themselves then this wee bus to [G#] kill
[F#] It being [C#] quite early I stopped for [G#] a while
[C#] For little I thought they were going to meet Kyle
[A#m] For if I'd [C#] known that I'd [F#] have laid near the town
[G#] And have [A#m] tried to get [C#] rid of the dogs of [G#] Maydown
[F#] As we drove over [C#] the hill was a beautiful [G#]
sight
There [C#] was dogs black and yellow, dogs black and white
[A#m] And she took the [C#] black bank [F#] for to try them once [G#] more
[F#] And the yellow pitten was her [C#] last look on the hills of [G#] Brainmore
[G#m]
And [A#m] as they [C#] drew near where the wee bus [G#] did lie
She [C#] sprang up to her feet for to bid them goodbye
But [A#m] their music [C#] did cease and [F#] her cry we did hear
[G#m] And the weavers sang, [F#] bad luck to [C#] the ones brought you Maydown [G#] dogs here
[F#] In the field a [C#] wee stubble the wee bus did [G#]
lie
[C#] And Rory and Chalmer they did pass her by
[F#] And there while [C#] we stood [A#m] at the top [F#] of the brain
[G#m] We [F#] heard the [C#] last words that the wee [G#] herders say
[G#m]
[F#] No more are [C#] the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle
On [C#] their trip to the fields to have sport and turn
For [A#m] last night as [C#] I lay there [F#] content in the [G#m] glen
Oh, [F#] t'was little [C#] my thoughts were of dogs [G#] and of men
No [F#] more [C#] are the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle, Ron
[G#m] [C#] And now that I'm dying the sport is all done
[A#m] Nor hear the [C#] long horn [A#m] Joe [F#] Toner does play
[G#] Nor [A#] go [F#] home to [C#] my bed by the clear [G#] light of day
[G#m]
You [F#] may blame old [C#]
MacMahon for bringing [G#] coyle here
For [C#] he's asked his old capers this many's the year
[A#m] On Saturday, [C#]
Sunday [F#] he never gives [G#m] over
[F#] With a pack of [C#] strange dogs round the hills of [G#] Brainmore
[C#]
[G#] [C#]
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[C#]
[G#]
[C#]
[C#]
[G#]
[C#]
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[F#] One fine [C#] winter's morning my horn I [G#] did blow
[G#m] [C#] To the green fields of Cady to hunt I did go
[F#] We gathered [C#] our dogs [F#] and circled around
[G#] For [F#] none loved the [C#] sport better than the boys of [G#] Maydown
[G#m]
[F#] And when [C#] we arrived they were all [G#] standing there
We set off [C#] for the fields in search of the hare
We [A#m] didn't [C#] get far [F#] till someone gave a cheer
[G#] Over [F#] high hills [C#] and valleys the wee hare [G#] did steer
When [G#m]
[F#] she got to [C#] the heather she tried them [G#] to shun
[G#m] The [C#]
dogs never missed her one inch that she ran
[A#m] They were kept [C#] well packed [A#m] going [F#] over the hill
[D#] They [F#] had set [C#] themselves then this wee bus to [G#] kill
[F#] It being [C#] quite early I stopped for [G#] a while
[C#] For little I thought they were going to meet Kyle
[A#m] For if I'd [C#] known that I'd [F#] have laid near the town
[G#] And have [A#m] tried to get [C#] rid of the dogs of [G#] Maydown
[F#] As we drove over [C#] the hill was a beautiful [G#]
sight
There [C#] was dogs black and yellow, dogs black and white
[A#m] And she took the [C#] black bank [F#] for to try them once [G#] more
[F#] And the yellow pitten was her [C#] last look on the hills of [G#] Brainmore
[G#m]
And [A#m] as they [C#] drew near where the wee bus [G#] did lie
She [C#] sprang up to her feet for to bid them goodbye
But [A#m] their music [C#] did cease and [F#] her cry we did hear
[G#m] And the weavers sang, [F#] bad luck to [C#] the ones brought you Maydown [G#] dogs here
[F#] In the field a [C#] wee stubble the wee bus did [G#]
lie
[C#] And Rory and Chalmer they did pass her by
[F#] And there while [C#] we stood [A#m] at the top [F#] of the brain
[G#m] We [F#] heard the [C#] last words that the wee [G#] herders say
[G#m]
[F#] No more are [C#] the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle
On [C#] their trip to the fields to have sport and turn
For [A#m] last night as [C#] I lay there [F#] content in the [G#m] glen
Oh, [F#] t'was little [C#] my thoughts were of dogs [G#] and of men
No [F#] more [C#] are the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle, Ron
[G#m] [C#] And now that I'm dying the sport is all done
[A#m] Nor hear the [C#] long horn [A#m] Joe [F#] Toner does play
[G#] Nor [A#] go [F#] home to [C#] my bed by the clear [G#] light of day
[G#m]
You [F#] may blame old [C#]
MacMahon for bringing [G#] coyle here
For [C#] he's asked his old capers this many's the year
[A#m] On Saturday, [C#]
Sunday [F#] he never gives [G#m] over
[F#] With a pack of [C#] strange dogs round the hills of [G#] Brainmore
[C#]
[G#] [C#]
[G#]
[C#]
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Key:
C#
G#
F#
A#m
G#m
C#
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_ [F#] One fine [C#] winter's morning my horn I [G#] did blow
[G#m] _ _ [C#] To the green fields of Cady to hunt I did go _
_ [F#] We gathered [C#] our dogs [F#] and circled _ around
[G#] For [F#] none loved the [C#] sport better than the boys of [G#] Maydown _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
[F#] And when [C#] we arrived they were all [G#] standing _ there
We set off [C#] for the _ fields in search of the hare _ _
We [A#m] didn't [C#] get far [F#] till someone gave a cheer
[G#] Over _ [F#] high hills [C#] and valleys the wee hare [G#] did steer _
When _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
[F#] she got to [C#] the heather she tried them [G#] to shun
_ [G#m] _ The [C#] _
dogs never missed her one inch that she ran _ _
[A#m] They were kept [C#] well packed [A#m] going [F#] over the hill
_ [D#] _ They [F#] had set [C#] themselves then this wee bus to [G#] kill _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] It being [C#] quite early I stopped for [G#] a while
_ _ [C#] For little I thought they were going to meet Kyle _ _
[A#m] For if I'd [C#] known that I'd [F#] have laid near the town
_ [G#] And have [A#m] tried to get [C#] rid of the dogs of _ [G#] Maydown _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[F#] As we drove over [C#] the hill was a beautiful [G#] _
sight
_ There [C#] was dogs black and yellow, _ dogs black and white _ _
[A#m] And she took the [C#] black bank [F#] for to try them once _ [G#] more
_ [F#] And the yellow pitten was her [C#] last look on the hills of [G#] _ Brainmore _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _
And [A#m] as they [C#] drew near where the wee bus [G#] did lie
_ _ She [C#] sprang up to her feet for to bid them goodbye _ _
But [A#m] their music [C#] did cease and [F#] her cry we did _ hear
[G#m] And the weavers sang, [F#] bad luck to [C#] the ones brought you Maydown [G#] dogs here _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[F#] In the field a [C#] wee stubble the wee bus did [G#]
lie
_ _ [C#] And Rory and Chalmer they did pass her by _
_ [F#] And there while [C#] we stood [A#m] at the top [F#] of the brain
_ [G#m] _ We [F#] heard the [C#] last words that the wee [G#] herders _ _ say
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
[F#] No more are [C#] the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle
On _ _ [C#] their trip to the fields to have sport and _ turn _
For [A#m] last night as [C#] I lay there [F#] content in the [G#m] glen
Oh, [F#] t'was little [C#] my thoughts were of dogs [G#] and of men _ _
_ _ _ _ _
No [F#] more [C#] are the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle, Ron
[G#m] _ _ [C#] And now that _ _ I'm dying the sport is all done _ _
[A#m] Nor hear the [C#] long horn [A#m] Joe [F#] Toner does play
[G#] Nor [A#] go [F#] home to [C#] my bed by the clear [G#] light of day _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _
You [F#] may blame old [C#] _
MacMahon for bringing [G#] coyle here
_ For [C#] he's asked his old capers this _ many's the year _ _
[A#m] On Saturday, [C#] _
Sunday [F#] he never gives _ [G#m] over
_ [F#] With a pack of [C#] strange dogs round the hills of [G#] Brainmore _ _ _
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_ [F#] One fine [C#] winter's morning my horn I [G#] did blow
[G#m] _ _ [C#] To the green fields of Cady to hunt I did go _
_ [F#] We gathered [C#] our dogs [F#] and circled _ around
[G#] For [F#] none loved the [C#] sport better than the boys of [G#] Maydown _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
[F#] And when [C#] we arrived they were all [G#] standing _ there
We set off [C#] for the _ fields in search of the hare _ _
We [A#m] didn't [C#] get far [F#] till someone gave a cheer
[G#] Over _ [F#] high hills [C#] and valleys the wee hare [G#] did steer _
When _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
[F#] she got to [C#] the heather she tried them [G#] to shun
_ [G#m] _ The [C#] _
dogs never missed her one inch that she ran _ _
[A#m] They were kept [C#] well packed [A#m] going [F#] over the hill
_ [D#] _ They [F#] had set [C#] themselves then this wee bus to [G#] kill _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] It being [C#] quite early I stopped for [G#] a while
_ _ [C#] For little I thought they were going to meet Kyle _ _
[A#m] For if I'd [C#] known that I'd [F#] have laid near the town
_ [G#] And have [A#m] tried to get [C#] rid of the dogs of _ [G#] Maydown _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[F#] As we drove over [C#] the hill was a beautiful [G#] _
sight
_ There [C#] was dogs black and yellow, _ dogs black and white _ _
[A#m] And she took the [C#] black bank [F#] for to try them once _ [G#] more
_ [F#] And the yellow pitten was her [C#] last look on the hills of [G#] _ Brainmore _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _
And [A#m] as they [C#] drew near where the wee bus [G#] did lie
_ _ She [C#] sprang up to her feet for to bid them goodbye _ _
But [A#m] their music [C#] did cease and [F#] her cry we did _ hear
[G#m] And the weavers sang, [F#] bad luck to [C#] the ones brought you Maydown [G#] dogs here _ _
_ _ _ _ _
[F#] In the field a [C#] wee stubble the wee bus did [G#]
lie
_ _ [C#] And Rory and Chalmer they did pass her by _
_ [F#] And there while [C#] we stood [A#m] at the top [F#] of the brain
_ [G#m] _ We [F#] heard the [C#] last words that the wee [G#] herders _ _ say
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _
[F#] No more are [C#] the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle
On _ _ [C#] their trip to the fields to have sport and _ turn _
For [A#m] last night as [C#] I lay there [F#] content in the [G#m] glen
Oh, [F#] t'was little [C#] my thoughts were of dogs [G#] and of men _ _
_ _ _ _ _
No [F#] more [C#] are the green fields of Katie [G#] Isle, Ron
[G#m] _ _ [C#] And now that _ _ I'm dying the sport is all done _ _
[A#m] Nor hear the [C#] long horn [A#m] Joe [F#] Toner does play
[G#] Nor [A#] go [F#] home to [C#] my bed by the clear [G#] light of day _ _
_ _ _ _ [G#m] _
You [F#] may blame old [C#] _
MacMahon for bringing [G#] coyle here
_ For [C#] he's asked his old capers this _ many's the year _ _
[A#m] On Saturday, [C#] _
Sunday [F#] he never gives _ [G#m] over
_ [F#] With a pack of [C#] strange dogs round the hills of [G#] Brainmore _ _ _
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