Chords for Daoiri Farrell - Bogie's Bonnie Belle
Tempo:
112.5 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
C
Dm
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [Dm] [C] [F]
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[C] [Bb] [F]
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[F] [Dm] [C] [F]
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[C] [Bb] [F] [Dm]
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[F] As I [Bb] roll down my [C] hunkies [F] town, waiting for the three
[Bb] I met a foggy [F] old carrie in Pimloydbury.
But to care for [Bb] his two best horses, [F] or to cart or harrow or plough,
[Bb] or anything [C] about [Bb] farm work, that [F] I very well should know.
[C] [F]
Oh, an old [Bb] foggy had a [C] daughter, [F] and her name [C] was [F] Isabel.
She [Bb] was the lily [F] of the [Bb] valley [F] in the freshly bloomed [C] summer hill.
[F]
And when [Bb] she went out [C] walking, [F] oh, she took me for her guide.
And down [Bb] by the barn, [F] oh, [Bb] Carrie, for to [F] watch the [C] small fish fly.
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[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] And when three [Bb] months they were past and [F] gone, oh, this girl, she lost her bloom.
And her [Bb] head fell from her rosy [F] cheeks, and her eyes began to school.
And down by the barn, six [Bb] months they were past and [C] [F] gone, oh, to me, son.
[Bb] And I was trained, [F] [Bb] sent for to [F] see your [C] [F] comedown.
When I said [Bb] that I would [C] marry [F] her, oh, but [C] no, this would [F] never do.
[Bb] For you're no match [F] for this [Bb] foggy wee [F] girl, and she's no match for you.
And now she's [Bb] married to a teak [C] yard [F] lad who comes from Peas Town.
[Bb] He sends pots and [C] pans and pot of [Bb] fertile lambs, [F] and he scours the country round.
And maybe [Bb]
she's had a better [F] match, oh, who can they tell?
[Bb] So fare thee well, me boys, [C] oh, from [Bb] Peas Town, [F] and to Moby's we [C] will.
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[Bb] [C] [F]
[C] [Bb] [F]
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[F] [Dm] [C] [F]
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[C] [Bb] [F] [Dm]
[C] [Bb]
[F] As I [Bb] roll down my [C] hunkies [F] town, waiting for the three
[Bb] I met a foggy [F] old carrie in Pimloydbury.
But to care for [Bb] his two best horses, [F] or to cart or harrow or plough,
[Bb] or anything [C] about [Bb] farm work, that [F] I very well should know.
[C] [F]
Oh, an old [Bb] foggy had a [C] daughter, [F] and her name [C] was [F] Isabel.
She [Bb] was the lily [F] of the [Bb] valley [F] in the freshly bloomed [C] summer hill.
[F]
And when [Bb] she went out [C] walking, [F] oh, she took me for her guide.
And down [Bb] by the barn, [F] oh, [Bb] Carrie, for to [F] watch the [C] small fish fly.
[F]
[Bb] [C]
[F] [Gm] [F]
[Bb] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] And when three [Bb] months they were past and [F] gone, oh, this girl, she lost her bloom.
And her [Bb] head fell from her rosy [F] cheeks, and her eyes began to school.
And down by the barn, six [Bb] months they were past and [C] [F] gone, oh, to me, son.
[Bb] And I was trained, [F] [Bb] sent for to [F] see your [C] [F] comedown.
When I said [Bb] that I would [C] marry [F] her, oh, but [C] no, this would [F] never do.
[Bb] For you're no match [F] for this [Bb] foggy wee [F] girl, and she's no match for you.
And now she's [Bb] married to a teak [C] yard [F] lad who comes from Peas Town.
[Bb] He sends pots and [C] pans and pot of [Bb] fertile lambs, [F] and he scours the country round.
And maybe [Bb]
she's had a better [F] match, oh, who can they tell?
[Bb] So fare thee well, me boys, [C] oh, from [Bb] Peas Town, [F] and to Moby's we [C] will.
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[F] As I [Bb] roll down my [C] hunkies [F] town, waiting for the three _
[Bb] I met a foggy [F] old _ carrie in _ _ _ Pimloydbury. _
_ _ _ But to care for [Bb] his two best horses, [F] or to cart or harrow or plough,
[Bb] or anything [C] about [Bb] farm work, that [F] I very well should know.
_ [C] _ _ [F]
Oh, an old [Bb] foggy had a [C] daughter, [F] and her name [C] was [F] Isabel. _
She [Bb] was the lily [F] of the [Bb] valley [F] in the freshly bloomed [C] summer hill.
[F] _
_ _ _ _ _ And when [Bb] she went out [C] walking, [F] oh, she took me for her guide.
_ And down [Bb] by the barn, [F] oh, [Bb] Carrie, for to [F] watch the [C] small fish fly.
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[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] And when three [Bb] months they were past and [F] gone, oh, this girl, she lost her bloom.
_ And her [Bb] head fell from her rosy [F] cheeks, and her eyes began to school. _ _ _ _ _
And down by the barn, six [Bb] months they were past and [C] [F] gone, oh, to me, son. _
[Bb] And I was trained, [F] [Bb] sent for to [F] see your _ [C] [F] comedown.
_ _ _ _ When I said [Bb] that I would [C] marry [F] her, oh, but [C] no, this would [F] never do.
[Bb] For you're no match [F] for this [Bb] foggy wee [F] girl, and she's no match for you. _ _ _ _
And now she's [Bb] married to a teak [C] yard [F] lad who comes from Peas Town.
[Bb] He sends pots and [C] pans and pot of [Bb] fertile lambs, [F] and he scours the country round.
_ _ _ _ And maybe [Bb]
she's had a better [F] _ match, oh, who can they tell?
[Bb] So fare thee well, me boys, [C] oh, from [Bb] Peas Town, _ _ _ [F] and to _ Moby's we [C] will.
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_ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
[F] As I [Bb] roll down my [C] hunkies [F] town, waiting for the three _
[Bb] I met a foggy [F] old _ carrie in _ _ _ Pimloydbury. _
_ _ _ But to care for [Bb] his two best horses, [F] or to cart or harrow or plough,
[Bb] or anything [C] about [Bb] farm work, that [F] I very well should know.
_ [C] _ _ [F]
Oh, an old [Bb] foggy had a [C] daughter, [F] and her name [C] was [F] Isabel. _
She [Bb] was the lily [F] of the [Bb] valley [F] in the freshly bloomed [C] summer hill.
[F] _
_ _ _ _ _ And when [Bb] she went out [C] walking, [F] oh, she took me for her guide.
_ And down [Bb] by the barn, [F] oh, [Bb] Carrie, for to [F] watch the [C] small fish fly.
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[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] And when three [Bb] months they were past and [F] gone, oh, this girl, she lost her bloom.
_ And her [Bb] head fell from her rosy [F] cheeks, and her eyes began to school. _ _ _ _ _
And down by the barn, six [Bb] months they were past and [C] [F] gone, oh, to me, son. _
[Bb] And I was trained, [F] [Bb] sent for to [F] see your _ [C] [F] comedown.
_ _ _ _ When I said [Bb] that I would [C] marry [F] her, oh, but [C] no, this would [F] never do.
[Bb] For you're no match [F] for this [Bb] foggy wee [F] girl, and she's no match for you. _ _ _ _
And now she's [Bb] married to a teak [C] yard [F] lad who comes from Peas Town.
[Bb] He sends pots and [C] pans and pot of [Bb] fertile lambs, [F] and he scours the country round.
_ _ _ _ And maybe [Bb]
she's had a better [F] _ match, oh, who can they tell?
[Bb] So fare thee well, me boys, [C] oh, from [Bb] Peas Town, _ _ _ [F] and to _ Moby's we [C] will.
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