Chords for Charlie Zahm - The Minstrel Boy
Tempo:
87.65 bpm
Chords used:
C#
C
D
A
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
And the song is called The Minstrel Boy.
[C#m] [Cm] [C#] The minstrel boy to the war is gone.
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His [C] father's sword he has girded on with his wild heart
slung [C#] behind him.
Land of song, said the [G#] warrior bard,
the wall of the [C] world betray thee [D] one sword [C#] at least.
Thy rights shall guard one faithful.
Barb shall praise thee.
[G#] The minstrel fell, [D] but the foeman's chains
could not bring his proud soul under.
[C#] The heart he wore [D] never spoke again,
for he tore [C#] its cords [D] asunder.
And [C#] said no chain shall sully thee, [C] thou soul of love [C#] and bravery.
Oh, songs were writ for the [Dm] pure and the free.
They [C] shall never sound in slavery.
The minstrel boy will return.
One day when we hear the [B] news, we all will cheer it.
The minstrel boy will return.
We pray, torn perhaps in body, not in [C#] spirit.
Then [C] may he [C#] play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all the bitterness of [C] man [A] must cease
and [C#] every battle must be ended.
Then may he play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all [C#] the bitterness [A] of man must cease
[C] and every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be [A] ended.
[C#] [A]
[C#m] [Cm] [C#] The minstrel boy to the war is gone.
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His [C] father's sword he has girded on with his wild heart
slung [C#] behind him.
Land of song, said the [G#] warrior bard,
the wall of the [C] world betray thee [D] one sword [C#] at least.
Thy rights shall guard one faithful.
Barb shall praise thee.
[G#] The minstrel fell, [D] but the foeman's chains
could not bring his proud soul under.
[C#] The heart he wore [D] never spoke again,
for he tore [C#] its cords [D] asunder.
And [C#] said no chain shall sully thee, [C] thou soul of love [C#] and bravery.
Oh, songs were writ for the [Dm] pure and the free.
They [C] shall never sound in slavery.
The minstrel boy will return.
One day when we hear the [B] news, we all will cheer it.
The minstrel boy will return.
We pray, torn perhaps in body, not in [C#] spirit.
Then [C] may he [C#] play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all the bitterness of [C] man [A] must cease
and [C#] every battle must be ended.
Then may he play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all [C#] the bitterness [A] of man must cease
[C] and every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be [A] ended.
[C#] [A]
Key:
C#
C
D
A
G#
C#
C
D
And the song is called The Minstrel Boy. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [Cm] _ _ [C#] The minstrel boy to the war is gone.
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His _ [C] father's sword he has girded on with his wild heart
slung [C#] behind him.
Land of song, said the [G#] warrior bard,
the wall of the [C] world betray thee [D] one sword [C#] at least.
Thy rights shall guard one faithful.
Barb shall praise thee. _ _ _ _
[G#] The minstrel fell, [D] but the foeman's chains
could not bring his proud soul _ under.
[C#] The heart he wore [D] never spoke again,
for he tore [C#] its cords _ [D] asunder.
And [C#] said no chain shall sully thee, [C] thou soul of love [C#] and _ bravery.
Oh, songs were writ for the [Dm] pure and the free.
They [C] shall never sound in slavery. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The minstrel boy will return.
One day when we hear the [B] news, we all will cheer it.
The minstrel boy will return.
We pray, torn perhaps in body, not in [C#] _ spirit.
Then [C] may he [C#] play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all the bitterness of [C] man [A] must cease
and [C#] every battle must be ended.
Then may he play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all [C#] the bitterness [A] of man must cease
[C] and every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be [A] ended.
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ [Cm] _ _ [C#] The minstrel boy to the war is gone.
In the ranks of death you will find him.
His _ [C] father's sword he has girded on with his wild heart
slung [C#] behind him.
Land of song, said the [G#] warrior bard,
the wall of the [C] world betray thee [D] one sword [C#] at least.
Thy rights shall guard one faithful.
Barb shall praise thee. _ _ _ _
[G#] The minstrel fell, [D] but the foeman's chains
could not bring his proud soul _ under.
[C#] The heart he wore [D] never spoke again,
for he tore [C#] its cords _ [D] asunder.
And [C#] said no chain shall sully thee, [C] thou soul of love [C#] and _ bravery.
Oh, songs were writ for the [Dm] pure and the free.
They [C] shall never sound in slavery. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The minstrel boy will return.
One day when we hear the [B] news, we all will cheer it.
The minstrel boy will return.
We pray, torn perhaps in body, not in [C#] _ spirit.
Then [C] may he [C#] play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all the bitterness of [C] man [A] must cease
and [C#] every battle must be ended.
Then may he play his harp in peace in a world such
as heaven intended for all [C#] the bitterness [A] of man must cease
[C] and every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be ended.
And every battle must be [A] ended.
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _