Chords for Dick Gaughan 'Erin Go Bragh' VRC0067
Tempo:
124.15 bpm
Chords used:
F
Fm
C
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb] [Bb] [Fm]
[F]
I've travelled this far [C] in the shade for money [F] and the manor.
I've travelled through [Fm] the high and the [Bb] squalor of the north,
And the [Fm] mean high who are those of old.
[F] One needs an old brigade to walk the streets,
A saucy mickle, a [C] sick and [F] spartan meat,
[Fm] A decalogue that won't be said to [F] be so short,
Singin' when can we overhaul them.
Now I've got a fancy, though I'm a knight, dear,
But am I a tiny [C] boy, I'm a knight, see,
But me, but [F] I am tiny as hell,
So, I'll have some menies to [C] ball me over.
[F]
Well, sometimes my idea of a countryman here,
But your fellow-disconstant citizen here,
[Fm] You left your own country for black and blue,
And must seize it off snagglers from there.
Oh, and would I apply to leave you at one clue,
On what I'd a devil's man wants that to you,
Were it not for the stick that you hold to me at all,
And so you would be in pains and never come back.
And on my black farm that I held for the rest,
I resisted the cloddy and the request,
And the blood for less in Napa [F] I quickly withdrew,
And I was a broad, deep [Fm] and stocked dressed for air,
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[Bb] [C]
[Fm]
[F] But the people cried like a bugle in the east,
Said, catch that damn rascal, he's killed the police,
And for every friend I had of shame gave him war,
It was terrible hunting for air,
And a campaign we both did share,
And a patch of my care I stayed far from [Fm] north,
And we'll say all the ready, [F] you poor person,
And a double [Fm] gangway, it says on [F] the blouse.
So come on you young people, wherever you're from,
And don't give a [C] damn to what [Fm] police you belong,
I come from a gale [F] and a young sub-bron,
And [Fm] there to get old in order.
[C] [F] [Fm]
[F]
[Bb]
[F] [Fm]
[F]
[F]
[F]
I've travelled this far [C] in the shade for money [F] and the manor.
I've travelled through [Fm] the high and the [Bb] squalor of the north,
And the [Fm] mean high who are those of old.
[F] One needs an old brigade to walk the streets,
A saucy mickle, a [C] sick and [F] spartan meat,
[Fm] A decalogue that won't be said to [F] be so short,
Singin' when can we overhaul them.
Now I've got a fancy, though I'm a knight, dear,
But am I a tiny [C] boy, I'm a knight, see,
But me, but [F] I am tiny as hell,
So, I'll have some menies to [C] ball me over.
[F]
Well, sometimes my idea of a countryman here,
But your fellow-disconstant citizen here,
[Fm] You left your own country for black and blue,
And must seize it off snagglers from there.
Oh, and would I apply to leave you at one clue,
On what I'd a devil's man wants that to you,
Were it not for the stick that you hold to me at all,
And so you would be in pains and never come back.
And on my black farm that I held for the rest,
I resisted the cloddy and the request,
And the blood for less in Napa [F] I quickly withdrew,
And I was a broad, deep [Fm] and stocked dressed for air,
[C]
[Bb] [C]
[Fm]
[F] But the people cried like a bugle in the east,
Said, catch that damn rascal, he's killed the police,
And for every friend I had of shame gave him war,
It was terrible hunting for air,
And a campaign we both did share,
And a patch of my care I stayed far from [Fm] north,
And we'll say all the ready, [F] you poor person,
And a double [Fm] gangway, it says on [F] the blouse.
So come on you young people, wherever you're from,
And don't give a [C] damn to what [Fm] police you belong,
I come from a gale [F] and a young sub-bron,
And [Fm] there to get old in order.
[C] [F] [Fm]
[F]
[Bb]
[F] [Fm]
[F]
[F]
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_ _ I've travelled this far [C] in the shade for money [F] and the manor.
I've travelled through [Fm] the high and the [Bb] squalor of the north,
And the [Fm] mean high who are those of old.
_ [F] _ One needs an old brigade to walk the streets,
A saucy mickle, a [C] sick and [F] spartan meat,
[Fm] A decalogue that won't be said to [F] be so short,
Singin' when can we overhaul them.
Now I've got a fancy, though I'm a knight, dear,
But am I a tiny [C] boy, I'm a knight, see,
But me, but [F] I am tiny as hell,
So, I'll have some menies to [C] ball me over. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ Well, sometimes my idea of a countryman here,
But your fellow-disconstant citizen here,
[Fm] You left your own country for black and blue,
And must seize it off snagglers from there.
Oh, and would I apply to leave you at one clue,
On what I'd a devil's man wants that to you,
Were it not for the stick that you hold to me at all,
And so you would be in pains and never come back.
And on my black farm that I held for the rest,
I resisted the cloddy and the request,
And the blood for less in Napa [F] I quickly withdrew,
And I was a broad, deep [Fm] and stocked dressed for air,
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ But the people cried like a bugle in the east,
Said, catch that damn rascal, he's killed the police,
And for every friend I had of shame gave him war,
It was terrible hunting for air,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And a campaign we both did share,
_ _ _ And a patch of my care I stayed far from [Fm] _ north,
And we'll say all the ready, [F] you poor person,
And a double [Fm] gangway, it says on [F] the blouse.
_ So come on you young people, wherever you're from,
And don't give a [C] damn to what [Fm] police you belong,
I come from a gale [F] and a young sub-bron,
And [Fm] there to get old in order.
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_ _ I've travelled this far [C] in the shade for money [F] and the manor.
I've travelled through [Fm] the high and the [Bb] squalor of the north,
And the [Fm] mean high who are those of old.
_ [F] _ One needs an old brigade to walk the streets,
A saucy mickle, a [C] sick and [F] spartan meat,
[Fm] A decalogue that won't be said to [F] be so short,
Singin' when can we overhaul them.
Now I've got a fancy, though I'm a knight, dear,
But am I a tiny [C] boy, I'm a knight, see,
But me, but [F] I am tiny as hell,
So, I'll have some menies to [C] ball me over. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ Well, sometimes my idea of a countryman here,
But your fellow-disconstant citizen here,
[Fm] You left your own country for black and blue,
And must seize it off snagglers from there.
Oh, and would I apply to leave you at one clue,
On what I'd a devil's man wants that to you,
Were it not for the stick that you hold to me at all,
And so you would be in pains and never come back.
And on my black farm that I held for the rest,
I resisted the cloddy and the request,
And the blood for less in Napa [F] I quickly withdrew,
And I was a broad, deep [Fm] and stocked dressed for air,
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ But the people cried like a bugle in the east,
Said, catch that damn rascal, he's killed the police,
And for every friend I had of shame gave him war,
It was terrible hunting for air,
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And a campaign we both did share,
_ _ _ And a patch of my care I stayed far from [Fm] _ north,
And we'll say all the ready, [F] you poor person,
And a double [Fm] gangway, it says on [F] the blouse.
_ So come on you young people, wherever you're from,
And don't give a [C] damn to what [Fm] police you belong,
I come from a gale [F] and a young sub-bron,
And [Fm] there to get old in order.
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