Cornwall My Home Chords by The Oggymen
Tempo:
62.8 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
C
F
G
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I stood on Cape Cornwall, in the sun's evening glow,
[Gb] On Tunehill and Newland, to watch the [Bb] fishing fleets go,
Watched the sheep, whales and geever, as they spun [Eb] around,
And heard the men singing, as they go underground,
And no one will ever, move me from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, to sit [C] at His hand,
For this is my [Bb] Eden, and I'm not [C] alone,
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
I've left childish footsteps, in the soft sand and [F] sand,
I chased the maize there, [C] all giggly and tanned,
[A] I stood on [Bb] the cliff top, in a [F] westerly blow,
And heard the waves thunder, on the rocks far below,
[Eb] And no one will ever, move me [F] from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
[Bb] For this is my Eden, and I'm [F] not alone,
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
First [Bb] thing in the morning, on [F] Chapel Carnbrae,
And gazed at the cities, [C] in the blue far away,
[Bb] For this is my Cornwall, and I'll tell [F] you why,
Because I was born here, and here I shall die,
And no one will ever, move me from this land,
[B]
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
For [Bb] this is my Eden, and I'm not alone,
For this is my Cornwall, [C] and this [F] is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, [G] and this is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, [C] and this [B] is [F] my home.
[N]
As I was a-walking, alone along the strand,
I spied a young damsel, her colours were grand,
She'd rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And she told me her age was only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
We walked and we talked of, the things that were to be,
I dearly loved her, and she dearly loved me,
Then seven weeks later, the wedding bell tolled,
For me and my damsel, only,
Nineteen years old.
That [N] night of the party, as we lay down to rest,
I nearly dropped dead, as she began to undress,
A cartload of wadding, began to unload,
I sat there to view me maiden, only,
Nineteen years old.
She screwed off her left leg, an inch above the knee,
And on her right hand there were, fingers but three,
Then out on the carpet, her glass-sided roll,
I stood up to view me maiden, only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
She put her false wiggle, down onto a chair,
I noticed her breast was all, [Eb] covered in hair,
There's one thing for sure, I shall never go cold,
When I go to bed with [Gb] my,
Nineteen year old.
[N] She put her false teethle, down into a glass,
And left the gap as wide as, the Khyber Pass,
The sheep I'd been counting, [G] came in through the fold,
And out through that gap in my,
Nineteen year old.
So come all ye young fellas, a warning take by me,
[N] If you spy a young damsel, who's, right for to be,
Make sure she's complete, from her head to her toe,
Not a bunch of machinery, only,
[Ab] Nineteen [Bb] years
[Gb] On Tunehill and Newland, to watch the [Bb] fishing fleets go,
Watched the sheep, whales and geever, as they spun [Eb] around,
And heard the men singing, as they go underground,
And no one will ever, move me from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, to sit [C] at His hand,
For this is my [Bb] Eden, and I'm not [C] alone,
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
I've left childish footsteps, in the soft sand and [F] sand,
I chased the maize there, [C] all giggly and tanned,
[A] I stood on [Bb] the cliff top, in a [F] westerly blow,
And heard the waves thunder, on the rocks far below,
[Eb] And no one will ever, move me [F] from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
[Bb] For this is my Eden, and I'm [F] not alone,
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
First [Bb] thing in the morning, on [F] Chapel Carnbrae,
And gazed at the cities, [C] in the blue far away,
[Bb] For this is my Cornwall, and I'll tell [F] you why,
Because I was born here, and here I shall die,
And no one will ever, move me from this land,
[B]
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
For [Bb] this is my Eden, and I'm not alone,
For this is my Cornwall, [C] and this [F] is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, [G] and this is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, [C] and this [B] is [F] my home.
[N]
As I was a-walking, alone along the strand,
I spied a young damsel, her colours were grand,
She'd rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And she told me her age was only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
We walked and we talked of, the things that were to be,
I dearly loved her, and she dearly loved me,
Then seven weeks later, the wedding bell tolled,
For me and my damsel, only,
Nineteen years old.
That [N] night of the party, as we lay down to rest,
I nearly dropped dead, as she began to undress,
A cartload of wadding, began to unload,
I sat there to view me maiden, only,
Nineteen years old.
She screwed off her left leg, an inch above the knee,
And on her right hand there were, fingers but three,
Then out on the carpet, her glass-sided roll,
I stood up to view me maiden, only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
She put her false wiggle, down onto a chair,
I noticed her breast was all, [Eb] covered in hair,
There's one thing for sure, I shall never go cold,
When I go to bed with [Gb] my,
Nineteen year old.
[N] She put her false teethle, down into a glass,
And left the gap as wide as, the Khyber Pass,
The sheep I'd been counting, [G] came in through the fold,
And out through that gap in my,
Nineteen year old.
So come all ye young fellas, a warning take by me,
[N] If you spy a young damsel, who's, right for to be,
Make sure she's complete, from her head to her toe,
Not a bunch of machinery, only,
[Ab] Nineteen [Bb] years
Key:
Bb
C
F
G
Eb
Bb
C
F
I stood on Cape Cornwall, _ in the sun's evening glow,
[Gb] On Tunehill and Newland, to watch the [Bb] fishing fleets go,
Watched the sheep, whales and geever, as they spun [Eb] around,
_ And heard the men singing, as they go underground,
_ And no one will ever, move me from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, to sit [C] at His hand,
For this is my [Bb] Eden, and I'm not [C] alone,
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
I've left childish footsteps, in the soft sand and [F] sand,
_ I chased the maize there, [C] all giggly and tanned,
[A] I stood on [Bb] the cliff top, in a [F] westerly blow,
_ And heard the waves thunder, on the rocks far below,
_ [Eb] And no one will ever, move me [F] from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
[Bb] For this is my Eden, _ and I'm [F] not alone,
_ For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
First [Bb] thing in the morning, on [F] Chapel Carnbrae,
And gazed at the cities, [C] in the blue far away,
_ [Bb] For this is my Cornwall, and I'll tell [F] you why,
Because I was born here, and here I shall die,
And no one will ever, move me from this land,
[B]
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
For [Bb] this is my Eden, _ and I'm not alone, _
For this is my Cornwall, [C] and this [F] is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, [G] and this is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, _ [C] and this [B] is [F] my home. _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ As I was a-walking, alone along the strand,
I spied a young damsel, her colours were grand,
She'd rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And she told me her age was only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
We walked and we talked of, the things that were to be,
I dearly loved her, and she dearly loved me,
Then seven weeks later, the wedding bell tolled,
For me and my damsel, only,
Nineteen years old.
That [N] night of the party, as we lay down to rest,
I nearly dropped dead, as she began to undress,
A cartload of wadding, began to unload,
I sat there to view me maiden, only,
Nineteen years old.
She screwed off her left leg, an inch above the knee,
And on her right hand there were, fingers but three,
Then out on the carpet, her glass-sided roll,
I stood up to view me maiden, only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
She put her false wiggle, down onto a chair,
I noticed her breast was all, [Eb] covered in hair,
There's one thing for sure, I shall never go cold,
When I go to bed with [Gb] my,
Nineteen year old.
[N] She put her false teethle, down into a glass,
And left the gap as wide as, the Khyber Pass,
The sheep I'd been counting, [G] came in through the fold,
And out through that gap in my,
Nineteen year old.
So come all ye young fellas, a warning take by me,
[N] If you spy a young damsel, who's, right for to be,
Make sure she's complete, from her head to her toe,
Not a bunch of machinery, only,
_ [Ab] Nineteen [Bb] years
[Gb] On Tunehill and Newland, to watch the [Bb] fishing fleets go,
Watched the sheep, whales and geever, as they spun [Eb] around,
_ And heard the men singing, as they go underground,
_ And no one will ever, move me from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, to sit [C] at His hand,
For this is my [Bb] Eden, and I'm not [C] alone,
For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
I've left childish footsteps, in the soft sand and [F] sand,
_ I chased the maize there, [C] all giggly and tanned,
[A] I stood on [Bb] the cliff top, in a [F] westerly blow,
_ And heard the waves thunder, on the rocks far below,
_ [Eb] And no one will ever, move me [F] from this land,
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
[Bb] For this is my Eden, _ and I'm [F] not alone,
_ For this is my Cornwall, and this is my home,
First [Bb] thing in the morning, on [F] Chapel Carnbrae,
And gazed at the cities, [C] in the blue far away,
_ [Bb] For this is my Cornwall, and I'll tell [F] you why,
Because I was born here, and here I shall die,
And no one will ever, move me from this land,
[B]
Until the Lord calls me, [C] to sit at His hand,
For [Bb] this is my Eden, _ and I'm not alone, _
For this is my Cornwall, [C] and this [F] is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, [G] and this is my home,
For this is my Cornwall, _ [C] and this [B] is [F] my home. _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ As I was a-walking, alone along the strand,
I spied a young damsel, her colours were grand,
She'd rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And she told me her age was only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
We walked and we talked of, the things that were to be,
I dearly loved her, and she dearly loved me,
Then seven weeks later, the wedding bell tolled,
For me and my damsel, only,
Nineteen years old.
That [N] night of the party, as we lay down to rest,
I nearly dropped dead, as she began to undress,
A cartload of wadding, began to unload,
I sat there to view me maiden, only,
Nineteen years old.
She screwed off her left leg, an inch above the knee,
And on her right hand there were, fingers but three,
Then out on the carpet, her glass-sided roll,
I stood up to view me maiden, only,
[G] Nineteen years old.
She put her false wiggle, down onto a chair,
I noticed her breast was all, [Eb] covered in hair,
There's one thing for sure, I shall never go cold,
When I go to bed with [Gb] my,
Nineteen year old.
[N] She put her false teethle, down into a glass,
And left the gap as wide as, the Khyber Pass,
The sheep I'd been counting, [G] came in through the fold,
And out through that gap in my,
Nineteen year old.
So come all ye young fellas, a warning take by me,
[N] If you spy a young damsel, who's, right for to be,
Make sure she's complete, from her head to her toe,
Not a bunch of machinery, only,
_ [Ab] Nineteen [Bb] years