Chords for Cavan Girl - Barleycorn
Tempo:
101.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
A
E
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [E]
As I walk [B] the road [C#m] from
[B] [A] Kilichandra, weary [B] I [E] sit down,
For it's twelve [B] long miles [C#m] around [B] the lake [A] to get [G#] to [A] Cavantown.
[B] [E] Over [B] and [C#m] the road [B] I go, [A] one seem [G#m] beyond [A]
[B] compare,
Now [E] I curse [B] the time [C#] it takes [B] to reach [A] my [B] cavern girl [E] so fair.
The autumn [B] shades [C#m] are on [B] the leaves, [A] trees [B] will soon [E] be bare,
Each red [B]-caught leaf [C#m] around [G#m] me seems [A] the color [G#m] of [A] her [B] hair.
[E] My gaze [B] retreats, [C#m] defies [B] my feet, [A] and once [G#m] again [A] I sigh,
[B] While [E] the broken [B] pool [C#m] of sky [B] reminds [A] the [B] color of [E] her eyes.
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [E]
At the cavern [B] cross [C#] each Sunday [B] morning, [A] it's there [B] she can [E] be found,
And she seems [B] to have [C#] the eye [B] of every [A] boy [G#] in [A] Cavantown.
[B] If [E] my love [D#m] will hold, [C#] I'll have [B] the golden [A] summer [G#m] of [A] her [B] smile,
[E] And to break [B] the hearts [C#] of [B] cavern men, [A] she'll talk [B] to me [E] a while.
The sun next Sunday [B] [C#] evening finds [B] me [A] homeward to [B] [E] Kilichandra bound,
To [D#m] work a week [C#] till I [G#m] return [A] to [G#m] court in [A] Cavantown.
[B] [E] When asked [B] if she [C#m] would be [B] my bride, [A] at [G#m] least she'd not [A] said no.
[B] [E] So next Sunday [B] morning, [C#]
[B] rouse myself, [A] and [B] back to [E] her I go.
[B] [C#]
[B] [A] [B] [E]
[B] [C#m]
[G#m] [A] [G#m] [A]
[B] [E] [B] www.mooji.org.
[B] [A] [B] [E]
As I walk [B] the road [C#m] from
[B] [A] Kilichandra, weary [B] I [E] sit down,
For it's twelve [B] long miles [C#m] around [B] the lake [A] to get [G#] to [A] Cavantown.
[B] [E] Over [B] and [C#m] the road [B] I go, [A] one seem [G#m] beyond [A]
[B] compare,
Now [E] I curse [B] the time [C#] it takes [B] to reach [A] my [B] cavern girl [E] so fair.
The autumn [B] shades [C#m] are on [B] the leaves, [A] trees [B] will soon [E] be bare,
Each red [B]-caught leaf [C#m] around [G#m] me seems [A] the color [G#m] of [A] her [B] hair.
[E] My gaze [B] retreats, [C#m] defies [B] my feet, [A] and once [G#m] again [A] I sigh,
[B] While [E] the broken [B] pool [C#m] of sky [B] reminds [A] the [B] color of [E] her eyes.
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [E]
At the cavern [B] cross [C#] each Sunday [B] morning, [A] it's there [B] she can [E] be found,
And she seems [B] to have [C#] the eye [B] of every [A] boy [G#] in [A] Cavantown.
[B] If [E] my love [D#m] will hold, [C#] I'll have [B] the golden [A] summer [G#m] of [A] her [B] smile,
[E] And to break [B] the hearts [C#] of [B] cavern men, [A] she'll talk [B] to me [E] a while.
The sun next Sunday [B] [C#] evening finds [B] me [A] homeward to [B] [E] Kilichandra bound,
To [D#m] work a week [C#] till I [G#m] return [A] to [G#m] court in [A] Cavantown.
[B] [E] When asked [B] if she [C#m] would be [B] my bride, [A] at [G#m] least she'd not [A] said no.
[B] [E] So next Sunday [B] morning, [C#]
[B] rouse myself, [A] and [B] back to [E] her I go.
[B] [C#]
[B] [A] [B] [E]
[B] [C#m]
[G#m] [A] [G#m] [A]
[B] [E] [B] www.mooji.org.
Key:
B
A
E
C#m
G#m
B
A
E
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
As I walk [B] the road [C#m] from _
[B] _ [A] Kilichandra, weary [B] I [E] sit down,
For it's twelve [B] long miles [C#m] around [B] the lake [A] to get [G#] to _ [A] Cavantown.
[B] _ _ [E] Over [B] and [C#m] the road [B] I go, [A] one seem [G#m] beyond [A] _
[B] compare,
Now [E] I curse [B] the time [C#] it takes [B] to reach [A] my [B] cavern girl [E] so fair.
_ The autumn [B] shades [C#m] are on [B] the leaves, [A] trees [B] will soon [E] be bare,
_ Each red [B]-caught leaf [C#m] around [G#m] me seems [A] the color [G#m] of [A] her [B] hair.
[E] My gaze [B] retreats, [C#m] defies [B] my feet, [A] and once [G#m] again [A] I sigh,
[B] While [E] the broken [B] pool [C#m] of sky [B] reminds [A] the [B] color of [E] her eyes.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ At the cavern [B] cross [C#] each Sunday [B] morning, [A] it's there [B] she can [E] be found,
And she seems [B] to have [C#] the eye [B] of every [A] boy [G#] in _ [A] Cavantown.
[B] If [E] my love [D#m] will hold, [C#] I'll have [B] the golden [A] summer [G#m] of [A] her [B] smile,
[E] And to break [B] the hearts [C#] of [B] cavern men, _ [A] she'll talk [B] to me [E] a while.
The sun next Sunday [B] _ [C#] evening finds [B] me [A] homeward to [B] _ [E] Kilichandra bound,
To [D#m] work a week [C#] till I [G#m] return [A] to [G#m] court in _ [A] Cavantown.
[B] _ [E] When asked [B] if she [C#m] would be [B] my bride, [A] at [G#m] least she'd not [A] said no.
[B] _ [E] So next Sunday [B] morning, [C#] _
[B] rouse myself, [A] and [B] back to [E] her I go.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ [B] www.mooji.org. _ _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
As I walk [B] the road [C#m] from _
[B] _ [A] Kilichandra, weary [B] I [E] sit down,
For it's twelve [B] long miles [C#m] around [B] the lake [A] to get [G#] to _ [A] Cavantown.
[B] _ _ [E] Over [B] and [C#m] the road [B] I go, [A] one seem [G#m] beyond [A] _
[B] compare,
Now [E] I curse [B] the time [C#] it takes [B] to reach [A] my [B] cavern girl [E] so fair.
_ The autumn [B] shades [C#m] are on [B] the leaves, [A] trees [B] will soon [E] be bare,
_ Each red [B]-caught leaf [C#m] around [G#m] me seems [A] the color [G#m] of [A] her [B] hair.
[E] My gaze [B] retreats, [C#m] defies [B] my feet, [A] and once [G#m] again [A] I sigh,
[B] While [E] the broken [B] pool [C#m] of sky [B] reminds [A] the [B] color of [E] her eyes.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ At the cavern [B] cross [C#] each Sunday [B] morning, [A] it's there [B] she can [E] be found,
And she seems [B] to have [C#] the eye [B] of every [A] boy [G#] in _ [A] Cavantown.
[B] If [E] my love [D#m] will hold, [C#] I'll have [B] the golden [A] summer [G#m] of [A] her [B] smile,
[E] And to break [B] the hearts [C#] of [B] cavern men, _ [A] she'll talk [B] to me [E] a while.
The sun next Sunday [B] _ [C#] evening finds [B] me [A] homeward to [B] _ [E] Kilichandra bound,
To [D#m] work a week [C#] till I [G#m] return [A] to [G#m] court in _ [A] Cavantown.
[B] _ [E] When asked [B] if she [C#m] would be [B] my bride, [A] at [G#m] least she'd not [A] said no.
[B] _ [E] So next Sunday [B] morning, [C#] _
[B] rouse myself, [A] and [B] back to [E] her I go.
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
[B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[G#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [G#m] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ [E] _ [B] www.mooji.org. _ _ _