Chords for DAVID KINCAID - PADDY´S LAMENTATION - LIVE
Tempo:
60.25 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
B
D
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [B] [D]
[Bm] [C] [B] [Em]
And it's by the hush of my voice [D] I'm sure [F#m] that's to [Bm] hold you close
[Em] And listen to [B] her body's [Em]
[B] lamentation
[Bm] I [Em] was my hunger pressed And [D] my poverty [Bm] distressed
When [C] I took the [Bm] thought I'd [F#m] leave [Em] the Irish nation
So I sold my horse and plough [D] Sold my sheep [F#m] and pigs and [Bm] cow
[Em] My little [B] farm of land and [Em] I will [B] party
[Em] And my sweetheart, my dear, [D] I'm afeard I'll [Bm] never see
[C] For I left her [B] on that mornin' quite [A] drunk and [Em] heartache
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em] [B]-becoming
[A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear old [Em] Ireland
So me and a hundred more to [D] a merry [Bm] casey-low
[Em] Our fortunes to [Bm] be making we [Em] were [Bm] thinking
[D] But when [Em] we landed in Yankee land They [D] stuck a [F#m] musket in [Bm] my hand
[C] Saying, Paddy, you [B] must go [A] and fight [Em] for Lincoln
The general, my heart, too, I said If you [D] get shot or you [Bm] lose a leg
[Em] Every mother's [Bm] son of you will get [Em] a [Bm] [B] pension
[A] But in [Em] the war I lost my leg Not a [D] life that's worth [Bm] a pay
[C] All my life it [B] is the truth [A] to you [Em] I mention
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not [Em] a-becoming
[B]
For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth [D] where the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
[B] [D]
[Bm] [Em] [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
[B] [A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear [Em] old Ireland
Now I'd have thought myself in luck To [D] be [F#m] fed in the [Bm] [G] underclock
[Em] And in Ireland [F#m] the lamb that I [Em] did like [B] eat
But [Em] by the devil I do say [D] Curse [Bm] the [D] barricade
For [C] I'm sure I've had [B] enough of [A] your hard [Em]
-fighting
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em]
[B]-becoming
[A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
And [C] I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
[B]
[Bm] [C] [B] [Em]
And it's by the hush of my voice [D] I'm sure [F#m] that's to [Bm] hold you close
[Em] And listen to [B] her body's [Em]
[B] lamentation
[Bm] I [Em] was my hunger pressed And [D] my poverty [Bm] distressed
When [C] I took the [Bm] thought I'd [F#m] leave [Em] the Irish nation
So I sold my horse and plough [D] Sold my sheep [F#m] and pigs and [Bm] cow
[Em] My little [B] farm of land and [Em] I will [B] party
[Em] And my sweetheart, my dear, [D] I'm afeard I'll [Bm] never see
[C] For I left her [B] on that mornin' quite [A] drunk and [Em] heartache
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em] [B]-becoming
[A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear old [Em] Ireland
So me and a hundred more to [D] a merry [Bm] casey-low
[Em] Our fortunes to [Bm] be making we [Em] were [Bm] thinking
[D] But when [Em] we landed in Yankee land They [D] stuck a [F#m] musket in [Bm] my hand
[C] Saying, Paddy, you [B] must go [A] and fight [Em] for Lincoln
The general, my heart, too, I said If you [D] get shot or you [Bm] lose a leg
[Em] Every mother's [Bm] son of you will get [Em] a [Bm] [B] pension
[A] But in [Em] the war I lost my leg Not a [D] life that's worth [Bm] a pay
[C] All my life it [B] is the truth [A] to you [Em] I mention
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not [Em] a-becoming
[B]
For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth [D] where the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
[B] [D]
[Bm] [Em] [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
[B] [A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear [Em] old Ireland
Now I'd have thought myself in luck To [D] be [F#m] fed in the [Bm] [G] underclock
[Em] And in Ireland [F#m] the lamb that I [Em] did like [B] eat
But [Em] by the devil I do say [D] Curse [Bm] the [D] barricade
For [C] I'm sure I've had [B] enough of [A] your hard [Em]
-fighting
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em]
[B]-becoming
[A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
And [C] I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
[B]
Key:
Em
Bm
B
D
C
Em
Bm
B
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _
[Bm] _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ And it's by the hush of my voice [D] I'm sure [F#m] that's to [Bm] hold you close
[Em] And listen to [B] her body's [Em] _
[B] lamentation
[Bm] I [Em] was my hunger pressed And [D] my poverty [Bm] _ distressed
When [C] I took the [Bm] thought I'd [F#m] leave [Em] the Irish nation
So _ I sold my horse and plough [D] Sold my sheep [F#m] and pigs and [Bm] cow
[Em] My little [B] farm of land and [Em] I will [B] party
_ _ [Em] And my sweetheart, my dear, [D] I'm afeard I'll [Bm] never see
[C] For I left her [B] on that mornin' quite [A] drunk and [Em] heartache
_ And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em] _ [B]-becoming
[A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear old [Em] Ireland
So _ _ _ me and a hundred more to [D] a merry [Bm] casey-low
[Em] Our fortunes to [Bm] be making we [Em] were [Bm] thinking
[D] But when [Em] we landed in Yankee land They [D] stuck a [F#m] musket in [Bm] my hand
[C] Saying, Paddy, you [B] must go [A] and fight [Em] for Lincoln
The general, my heart, too, I said If you [D] get shot or you [Bm] lose a leg
[Em] Every mother's [Bm] son of you will get [Em] a [Bm] [B] pension
[A] But in [Em] the war I lost my leg Not a [D] life that's worth [Bm] a pay
[C] All my life it [B] is the truth [A] to you [Em] I mention
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not [Em] a-becoming
[B] _ _
For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth [D] where the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _
[Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ [Bm] _
[B] _ _ [A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear [Em] old Ireland
Now _ _ _ I'd have thought myself in luck To [D] be [F#m] fed in the [Bm] [G] underclock
[Em] And in Ireland [F#m] the lamb that I [Em] did like [B] eat
But [Em] by the devil I do say [D] Curse [Bm] the [D] barricade
For [C] I'm sure I've had [B] enough of [A] your hard [Em] _
-fighting
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em] _
[B]-becoming
_ [A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
_ And [C] I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [C] _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ And it's by the hush of my voice [D] I'm sure [F#m] that's to [Bm] hold you close
[Em] And listen to [B] her body's [Em] _
[B] lamentation
[Bm] I [Em] was my hunger pressed And [D] my poverty [Bm] _ distressed
When [C] I took the [Bm] thought I'd [F#m] leave [Em] the Irish nation
So _ I sold my horse and plough [D] Sold my sheep [F#m] and pigs and [Bm] cow
[Em] My little [B] farm of land and [Em] I will [B] party
_ _ [Em] And my sweetheart, my dear, [D] I'm afeard I'll [Bm] never see
[C] For I left her [B] on that mornin' quite [A] drunk and [Em] heartache
_ And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em] _ [B]-becoming
[A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear old [Em] Ireland
So _ _ _ me and a hundred more to [D] a merry [Bm] casey-low
[Em] Our fortunes to [Bm] be making we [Em] were [Bm] thinking
[D] But when [Em] we landed in Yankee land They [D] stuck a [F#m] musket in [Bm] my hand
[C] Saying, Paddy, you [B] must go [A] and fight [Em] for Lincoln
The general, my heart, too, I said If you [D] get shot or you [Bm] lose a leg
[Em] Every mother's [Bm] son of you will get [Em] a [Bm] [B] pension
[A] But in [Em] the war I lost my leg Not a [D] life that's worth [Bm] a pay
[C] All my life it [B] is the truth [A] to you [Em] I mention
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not [Em] a-becoming
[B] _ _
For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth [D] where the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ [D] _
[Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ [Bm] _
[B] _ _ [A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in dear [Em] old Ireland
Now _ _ _ I'd have thought myself in luck To [D] be [F#m] fed in the [Bm] [G] underclock
[Em] And in Ireland [F#m] the lamb that I [Em] did like [B] eat
But [Em] by the devil I do say [D] Curse [Bm] the [D] barricade
For [C] I'm sure I've had [B] enough of [A] your hard [Em] _
-fighting
And here's your voice [D] to take [Bm] my advice
[Em] Your lyric, dearie, [Bm] I have is not a [Em] _
[B]-becoming
_ [A] For [Em] there's nothing here but warmth where [D] the marner and [Bm] cannons roar
[C] And I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
_ And [C] I wish I [B] was back home in [Em] dear old Ireland
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _