Chords for Daoirí Farrell - Van Diemen's Land
Tempo:
70.975 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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From Molly Gallen, who rumble by the camp, who wander out on [Dm] late nights, [D] with your dog and gun [G] and snout,
[D] pony hair and lofty [Dm] phism, [D] you will have at your [G] command, [D] not thinking of last career spent on [Dm] Van [D] Dien.
[C] [G]
[Dm] [C] [G]
[D] Young Thomas Brown from [C] Dean [G] Town, Jack Murphy and Porty O, [D] were three [Dm] determined poachers, as our country [G] well did know.
[D] By the keeper of [G] the game, brave boys, one night they were three-panned, [D] and straightaway [C] transported [G] on to [D] Van Dien's land.
And the first day that [C] we landed there, the pond [G] and [D] fatal [C] shore, [D] well the planters gathered [C] all round us, [F] their mind be too [G] empty scoring.
Well [D] they rang, danced off [C] like horses, [Dm] and they sold us out [G] of hand, [D] and they go, danced to [C] the plough, brave boys, [G] for to work Van [D] Dien's land.
Now the cottages [C] that we live in, well [G] they are made [D] on sons of heirs, we have a rotting straw [C] for bedding, [G] but we dare not say darn.
[Dm] And we ring our huts [C] with firing, if [F] we slumber [G] whilst we can, [D] for to keep and feed [C] those beasts of grain [G] at Pearl [D] Van Dien's.
[G]
[D] Bless our wives [C] and families, [G] alike wise and happy she are, [D] that sweet isle of [C] contentment there that [G] we shall see no more.
[Dm] And less for [G] those wretched [Dm] people, see them we [G] seldom can, [D] there are fourteen [G] men to ever be, both in [Dm] all of Van Dien's land.
And [D] at night time when I'm slumbering, [G] well I have a pleasant [D] dream, that I'm sitting by [C] a cool green grass [F] down by a barlang [G] stream.
Or [D] I'm wandering through [G] a meadow fair with my [G] sweetheart by the hand, [D] and I wake in broken [C] heart [G] in still unvan Dien's land.
[D] Oh, for fourteen years [C] is a long, [G] long time and a sour sentence [D] run, for nothing [C] more than [G] poaching it's all I've ever done.
[D] And I'd [G] give up both my dog and gun, and poaching every man, [D] had I been [C] no more than a [G] hare in still [D] unvan Dien's land.
Beachy and sigh [C] and five hundred [G] mountains all laid out in [D] my [Dm] hand, well I'd give it all up [C] for [G] poaching if that I could command.
And then I'd return to Erran's isle and I'd [D] be a happy man, and I'd bid farewell [C] to poaching [G] like a wise Van [D] Dien's lad.
[G] [D]
[Dm]
[G] [D]
[E] Thank you!
[N]
Jerry Farrell!
From Molly Gallen, who rumble by the camp, who wander out on [Dm] late nights, [D] with your dog and gun [G] and snout,
[D] pony hair and lofty [Dm] phism, [D] you will have at your [G] command, [D] not thinking of last career spent on [Dm] Van [D] Dien.
[C] [G]
[Dm] [C] [G]
[D] Young Thomas Brown from [C] Dean [G] Town, Jack Murphy and Porty O, [D] were three [Dm] determined poachers, as our country [G] well did know.
[D] By the keeper of [G] the game, brave boys, one night they were three-panned, [D] and straightaway [C] transported [G] on to [D] Van Dien's land.
And the first day that [C] we landed there, the pond [G] and [D] fatal [C] shore, [D] well the planters gathered [C] all round us, [F] their mind be too [G] empty scoring.
Well [D] they rang, danced off [C] like horses, [Dm] and they sold us out [G] of hand, [D] and they go, danced to [C] the plough, brave boys, [G] for to work Van [D] Dien's land.
Now the cottages [C] that we live in, well [G] they are made [D] on sons of heirs, we have a rotting straw [C] for bedding, [G] but we dare not say darn.
[Dm] And we ring our huts [C] with firing, if [F] we slumber [G] whilst we can, [D] for to keep and feed [C] those beasts of grain [G] at Pearl [D] Van Dien's.
[G]
[D] Bless our wives [C] and families, [G] alike wise and happy she are, [D] that sweet isle of [C] contentment there that [G] we shall see no more.
[Dm] And less for [G] those wretched [Dm] people, see them we [G] seldom can, [D] there are fourteen [G] men to ever be, both in [Dm] all of Van Dien's land.
And [D] at night time when I'm slumbering, [G] well I have a pleasant [D] dream, that I'm sitting by [C] a cool green grass [F] down by a barlang [G] stream.
Or [D] I'm wandering through [G] a meadow fair with my [G] sweetheart by the hand, [D] and I wake in broken [C] heart [G] in still unvan Dien's land.
[D] Oh, for fourteen years [C] is a long, [G] long time and a sour sentence [D] run, for nothing [C] more than [G] poaching it's all I've ever done.
[D] And I'd [G] give up both my dog and gun, and poaching every man, [D] had I been [C] no more than a [G] hare in still [D] unvan Dien's land.
Beachy and sigh [C] and five hundred [G] mountains all laid out in [D] my [Dm] hand, well I'd give it all up [C] for [G] poaching if that I could command.
And then I'd return to Erran's isle and I'd [D] be a happy man, and I'd bid farewell [C] to poaching [G] like a wise Van [D] Dien's lad.
[G] [D]
[Dm]
[G] [D]
[E] Thank you!
[N]
Jerry Farrell!
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ From Molly Gallen, _ _ _ who rumble by the camp, _ who wander out on [Dm] late nights, [D] with your dog and gun [G] and snout, _
[D] _ pony hair and lofty [Dm] phism, [D] you will have at your [G] command, _ _ [D] not thinking of last career _ spent on [Dm] Van [D] Dien. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] Young Thomas Brown from [C] Dean [G] Town, Jack Murphy and Porty O, [D] were three [Dm] determined poachers, as our country [G] well did know.
[D] By the keeper of [G] the game, brave boys, one night they were three-panned, [D] and straightaway [C] transported [G] on to [D] Van Dien's land.
And the first day that [C] we landed there, the pond [G] and [D] fatal [C] shore, [D] well the planters gathered [C] all round us, [F] their mind be too [G] empty scoring.
Well [D] they rang, danced off [C] like horses, [Dm] and they sold us out [G] of hand, [D] and they go, danced to [C] the plough, brave boys, [G] for to work Van [D] Dien's land.
_ Now the cottages [C] that we live in, well [G] they are made [D] on sons of heirs, we have a rotting straw [C] for bedding, [G] but we dare not say darn.
[Dm] And we ring our huts [C] with firing, if [F] we slumber [G] whilst we can, [D] for to keep and feed [C] those beasts of grain [G] at Pearl [D] Van Dien's.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] Bless our wives [C] and families, [G] alike wise and happy she are, [D] that sweet isle of [C] contentment there that [G] we shall see no more.
[Dm] And less for [G] those wretched [Dm] people, see them we [G] seldom can, [D] there are fourteen [G] men to ever be, both in [Dm] all of Van Dien's land.
And _ [D] _ _ at night time when I'm slumbering, [G] well I have a pleasant [D] dream, that I'm sitting by [C] a cool green grass [F] down by a barlang [G] stream.
Or [D] I'm wandering through [G] a meadow fair with my [G] sweetheart by the hand, [D] and I wake in broken [C] heart [G] in still unvan Dien's land. _ _ _
_ [D] Oh, for fourteen years [C] is a long, [G] long time and a sour sentence [D] run, for nothing [C] more than [G] poaching it's all I've ever done.
[D] And I'd [G] give up both my dog and gun, and poaching every man, [D] had I been [C] no more than a [G] hare in still [D] unvan Dien's land.
_ _ _ _ _ Beachy and sigh [C] and five hundred [G] mountains all laid out in [D] my [Dm] hand, well I'd give it all up [C] for [G] poaching if that I could command.
And then I'd return to Erran's isle and I'd [D] be a happy man, and I'd bid farewell [C] to poaching [G] like a wise Van [D] Dien's lad. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Thank you!
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Jerry Farrell! _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ From Molly Gallen, _ _ _ who rumble by the camp, _ who wander out on [Dm] late nights, [D] with your dog and gun [G] and snout, _
[D] _ pony hair and lofty [Dm] phism, [D] you will have at your [G] command, _ _ [D] not thinking of last career _ spent on [Dm] Van [D] Dien. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _
[D] Young Thomas Brown from [C] Dean [G] Town, Jack Murphy and Porty O, [D] were three [Dm] determined poachers, as our country [G] well did know.
[D] By the keeper of [G] the game, brave boys, one night they were three-panned, [D] and straightaway [C] transported [G] on to [D] Van Dien's land.
And the first day that [C] we landed there, the pond [G] and [D] fatal [C] shore, [D] well the planters gathered [C] all round us, [F] their mind be too [G] empty scoring.
Well [D] they rang, danced off [C] like horses, [Dm] and they sold us out [G] of hand, [D] and they go, danced to [C] the plough, brave boys, [G] for to work Van [D] Dien's land.
_ Now the cottages [C] that we live in, well [G] they are made [D] on sons of heirs, we have a rotting straw [C] for bedding, [G] but we dare not say darn.
[Dm] And we ring our huts [C] with firing, if [F] we slumber [G] whilst we can, [D] for to keep and feed [C] those beasts of grain [G] at Pearl [D] Van Dien's.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] Bless our wives [C] and families, [G] alike wise and happy she are, [D] that sweet isle of [C] contentment there that [G] we shall see no more.
[Dm] And less for [G] those wretched [Dm] people, see them we [G] seldom can, [D] there are fourteen [G] men to ever be, both in [Dm] all of Van Dien's land.
And _ [D] _ _ at night time when I'm slumbering, [G] well I have a pleasant [D] dream, that I'm sitting by [C] a cool green grass [F] down by a barlang [G] stream.
Or [D] I'm wandering through [G] a meadow fair with my [G] sweetheart by the hand, [D] and I wake in broken [C] heart [G] in still unvan Dien's land. _ _ _
_ [D] Oh, for fourteen years [C] is a long, [G] long time and a sour sentence [D] run, for nothing [C] more than [G] poaching it's all I've ever done.
[D] And I'd [G] give up both my dog and gun, and poaching every man, [D] had I been [C] no more than a [G] hare in still [D] unvan Dien's land.
_ _ _ _ _ Beachy and sigh [C] and five hundred [G] mountains all laid out in [D] my [Dm] hand, well I'd give it all up [C] for [G] poaching if that I could command.
And then I'd return to Erran's isle and I'd [D] be a happy man, and I'd bid farewell [C] to poaching [G] like a wise Van [D] Dien's lad. _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Thank you!
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Jerry Farrell! _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _