Chords for Daoirí Farrell - The Creggan White Hare

Tempo:
195.55 bpm
Chords used:

F#

B

D#m

C#

F#m

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Daoirí Farrell - The Creggan White Hare chords
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[F#m] [D#m] [F#]
[B] [C#] [D#m]
[F#] [B] [C#]
[F#]
[B] [C#] [D#m]
[F#] [B]
[C#] [F#]
In lowlands of Cregan there are limbs of [B] white hair, [F#] As swift as to swallow [D#m] the flies [C#] through the air.
[D#m] You may trap the world over, but none to [F#] compare, To the pride of low Cregan that burning white [B] hair.
[F#] One clear after morning, as he will [B] suppose, [F#] Over the golden sun or the green mountain [C#] rose,
[D#m] Barney come wicking down and he did [F#] declare, On [B] his tail [F#] he'll cut an end to the bony [B] white hair.
So [F#] he searched through the lowlands and down through [B] the glens, [F#] All among the wild bitches where the white [C#] hair abides.
To [D#m] that lass coming down over the heather [F#] so fair, [B] Burn on behind [F#] the wild thistle her reams of [B] white hair.
[F#] Bang, bang went his guns and his dogs he [B] said to [F#] her, Swift as the wind or the green mountain blew.
But [D#m] his dogs soon came back and this made Barney [F#] sigh, Barney [B] knew [F#] that the white hair had been done by.
[B] [C#] [F#]
[G#] [B]
[C#] And with [F#m] some jolly sportsmen [B] down here from Pomeroy, [F#] From Cookstown to Gannon [D#m] and [C#] likewise to Moy,
When [D#m] our pedigree greyhounds, oh we've travelled from [F#] far, And [B] we come [F#] down to Cregan in our fine [B] motor car.
[F#] Going to the lowlands these huntsmen [B] did go, [F#] In search of the white hair, big, black eye and [C#] glow.
To that [D#m] lass Barney Conway from a tarp mine [F#] so rare, [B] She added unto [F#] the huntsmen there lies the [B] white hair.
[F#] So they all left their greyhounds from off the [B] greenleaf, [F#] Barney and the huntsmen all jeeped high with glee.
[C#]
It [D#m] was there on the tarp [F#] mine gone and gathered round, [B]
Seven dogs [F#] and nine men to [D#] band for her [B] hair so long.
[C#] [F#] Oh no wonder that the white hair bit [B] her ever [F#] in fear, As she stood on her hind legs [D#m] she would raise her [C#] big ears.
As [D#m] she stood on her hind legs with one [F#] gallant spring, She jumped over the greyhounds and broke through [B] the ring.
[F#] Well that she aced it went on, it was a bit of [B] an ewe, [F#] As it danced the wind over [D#m] the green [F#m] mountain [B] blue.
[D#m] But those pedigree greyhounds they didn't run [F#]
too far, [B] They came [F#] back with hope in their fine [B] motor car.
[F#]
[D#m] Then [B] [C#]
[B]
[C#] [F#] there came another man, a new one, [B] Oh him well [F#] his name was Jack Devlin [D#m] with [F#m] Barney Blacknell.
[C#]
Oh [D#m] in search of the white [F#] hair today I had my fun, I'll [B] bet [F#] fifty to one my [D#m] black velvet [B] hearts are.
By [F#]
turns the hair got dim from Barney [B] Blacknell, [F#] And the sixth one was given [D#m] around here on [C#] Hoggy's well.
It [D#m] was there we lost sight of the hair [F#] and the dog, [B] And then ten [F#] minutes late the bird of Northwark [B] went wrong.
Well [F#]
that she aced it went on, it was great [B] for to see, [F#] The white hair and the black dog [D#m] both were all [C#] right and free.
Till she [D#m] travelled to Eskar where she knew [F#] the lands well, [B] And to [F#] Barney Blacknell there soon [B] bid farewell.
[F#]
[D#m] [B]
[C#] [F#]
[B]
[F#] And now to conclude and [B] to finish this rhyme, [F#] I hope you'll forgive me [D#m] for singing [C#] all this while.
[D#m] Empty Zaddy amongst you often carried [F#] more fare, At [B] least a [F#] drink of health to that funny [B] white hair.
[F#] [B]
[C#]
[F#] [B] [F#]
[B] [C#]
[F#] [B]
[G#] Thank you very much again, see you later.
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12341112
D#m
13421116
C#
12341114
F#m
123111112
F#
134211112
B
12341112
D#m
13421116
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[F#m] _ [D#m] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [C#] _ _
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[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#]
In lowlands of Cregan there are limbs of [B] white hair, [F#] As swift as to swallow [D#m] the flies [C#] through the air. _
[D#m] You may trap the world over, but none to _ [F#] compare, _ _ To the pride of low Cregan that burning white [B] hair.
_ _ [F#] One clear after morning, as he will [B] suppose, [F#] Over the golden sun or the green mountain [C#] _ rose, _
_ [D#m] Barney come wicking down and he did [F#] declare, _ On [B] his tail [F#] he'll cut an end to the bony [B] white hair.
_ So [F#] he searched through the _ lowlands and down through [B] the glens, [F#] All among the wild bitches where the white [C#] hair _ _ abides.
To [D#m] that lass coming down over the heather [F#] so fair, [B] Burn on behind [F#] the wild thistle her reams of [B] white hair.
_ [F#] Bang, bang went his guns and his dogs he [B] said to [F#] her, Swift as the wind or the green mountain _ blew.
_ But [D#m] his dogs soon came back and this made Barney [F#] sigh, _ _ Barney [B] knew [F#] that the white hair had been done by. _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ [G#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ And with [F#m] some jolly sportsmen [B] down here from Pomeroy, [F#] From _ Cookstown to Gannon [D#m] and _ [C#] likewise to Moy, _ _
When [D#m] our pedigree greyhounds, oh we've travelled from [F#] _ far, And [B] we come [F#] down to Cregan in our fine [B] motor car.
_ _ [F#] Going to the lowlands these huntsmen [B] did go, [F#] In search of the white hair, big, black eye and [C#] glow.
To that [D#m] lass Barney Conway from a tarp mine [F#] so _ rare, _ [B] She added unto [F#] the huntsmen there lies the [B] white hair.
_ [F#] So they all left their _ greyhounds from off the [B] greenleaf, [F#] Barney and the huntsmen all jeeped high with glee.
[C#] _
It [D#m] was there on the tarp [F#] mine gone and gathered round, _ _ [B]
Seven dogs [F#] and nine men to [D#] band for her [B] hair so long. _ _
_ [C#] _ _ [F#] Oh no wonder that the white hair bit [B] her ever [F#] in fear, As she stood on her hind legs [D#m] she would raise her [C#] big ears.
_ As [D#m] she stood on her hind legs with one [F#] gallant spring, _ She jumped over the greyhounds and broke through [B] the ring.
[F#] Well that she aced it went on, it was a bit of [B] an ewe, [F#] As it danced the wind over [D#m] the green [F#m] mountain _ [B] blue.
[D#m] But those pedigree greyhounds they didn't run [F#]
too _ far, [B] They came [F#] back with hope in their fine [B] motor car. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[D#m] Then _ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#] there came another man, a new one, [B] Oh him well [F#] his name was Jack Devlin [D#m] with [F#m] Barney _ Blacknell.
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ Oh [D#m] in search of the white [F#] hair today I had my _ fun, I'll [B] bet [F#] fifty to one my [D#m] black velvet [B] hearts are.
_ By [F#] _
turns the hair got dim from Barney _ [B] Blacknell, [F#] And the sixth one was given [D#m] around here on [C#] Hoggy's well.
It [D#m] was there we lost sight of the hair [F#] and the dog, _ _ [B] And then ten [F#] minutes late the bird of Northwark [B] went wrong.
Well [F#]
that she aced it went on, it was great [B] for to see, [F#] The white hair and the black dog [D#m] both were all [C#] right and free.
_ _ _ _ _ Till she [D#m] travelled to Eskar where she knew [F#] the lands well, _ [B] And to [F#] Barney Blacknell there soon [B] bid farewell. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] And now to conclude and [B] to finish this rhyme, [F#] I hope you'll forgive me [D#m] for singing [C#] all this while. _ _ _ _
_ _ [D#m] _ _ Empty Zaddy amongst you often carried [F#] more _ fare, At _ [B] least a [F#] drink of health to that funny [B] white hair.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] Thank you very much again, see you later. _ _

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