Chords for Enter The Haggis: Noseworthy And Piercy (LIVE)
Tempo:
71.4 bpm
Chords used:
F#
A
D
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] No Brony in Piercy would do fine fisherman off the grand banks of Newfoundland.
Oh, the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder, [A] as she holds the devil by the hand.
[E] As she holds the devil [F#] by the hand.
Good catch to you all, cause the Captain Robert Rose, the Dory [F#] Montalor would wear the phallus far below.
The red sun smiles and the wind, though wiser, is scurrying and [B] warning all the lines.
Oh, scurrying and [F#] warning all the lines.
[E] Oh, she's went ashore, no nothing of the [F#] lore, in the glory and the mystery of the eve.
Soft water [G#] in our veins, and the Captain at the reins, [A] our water's all the freest, our water's all the freest [F#] of free.
When the mothership's gannoned, and cracks are singled to return, the clouds will fill [B] the mastions and [F#] the swirling of the bow.
The sight and the king and the wind is jester, dancing with [B] the lightning lady fair.
Dancing with [F#] the lightning lady fair.
[B] Black water boils, the Dory fiction's oil, can you hear the klaxon calling out your name?
[D#] Are we anchored to a fate, to die upon the [A] waves, far from all our family, far from all our [F#] family friends?
[D] Tiny [C#] fingers pressed against the [D] windowpane, find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he [Am] returns again.
[F#m] Breath of wind [F#] and bones of ice, they cast their cries into the night, lost, alone, [B] adrift, alive.
[Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[A] [Bm] [A]
[C#]
[C#m] After few [G#m] days and nights with the oars [E] in the grave, the two men were given [F#] but gone, gone away.
In a new, new child's world, like a spin around the swirls, the families learned the story of their fates.
But on the ocean high, a rescue had come by, they took them to the old world on the Floridatic side.
After two months gone, the blessed horror of St.
John's, [A] holding on and on the Atlantic side.
[E] Holding on and on the [F#] Atlantic side.
[B] The blessed [E] horror, no nothing of the lore, in the glory and the mystery of the deep.
But [D#] when their heart is strong, you'll return where you [A] belong, to the native back to Newfoundland.
Oh, they made it back to [F#] Newfoundland again.
[D] Pointy [C#] fingers, pressed against the wind of pain, [D] find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like [C#] teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he returns [F#] again.
Thanks very much.
[G#]
Oh, the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder, [A] as she holds the devil by the hand.
[E] As she holds the devil [F#] by the hand.
Good catch to you all, cause the Captain Robert Rose, the Dory [F#] Montalor would wear the phallus far below.
The red sun smiles and the wind, though wiser, is scurrying and [B] warning all the lines.
Oh, scurrying and [F#] warning all the lines.
[E] Oh, she's went ashore, no nothing of the [F#] lore, in the glory and the mystery of the eve.
Soft water [G#] in our veins, and the Captain at the reins, [A] our water's all the freest, our water's all the freest [F#] of free.
When the mothership's gannoned, and cracks are singled to return, the clouds will fill [B] the mastions and [F#] the swirling of the bow.
The sight and the king and the wind is jester, dancing with [B] the lightning lady fair.
Dancing with [F#] the lightning lady fair.
[B] Black water boils, the Dory fiction's oil, can you hear the klaxon calling out your name?
[D#] Are we anchored to a fate, to die upon the [A] waves, far from all our family, far from all our [F#] family friends?
[D] Tiny [C#] fingers pressed against the [D] windowpane, find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he [Am] returns again.
[F#m] Breath of wind [F#] and bones of ice, they cast their cries into the night, lost, alone, [B] adrift, alive.
[Bm]
[A] [Bm]
[A] [Bm] [A]
[C#]
[C#m] After few [G#m] days and nights with the oars [E] in the grave, the two men were given [F#] but gone, gone away.
In a new, new child's world, like a spin around the swirls, the families learned the story of their fates.
But on the ocean high, a rescue had come by, they took them to the old world on the Floridatic side.
After two months gone, the blessed horror of St.
John's, [A] holding on and on the Atlantic side.
[E] Holding on and on the [F#] Atlantic side.
[B] The blessed [E] horror, no nothing of the lore, in the glory and the mystery of the deep.
But [D#] when their heart is strong, you'll return where you [A] belong, to the native back to Newfoundland.
Oh, they made it back to [F#] Newfoundland again.
[D] Pointy [C#] fingers, pressed against the wind of pain, [D] find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like [C#] teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he returns [F#] again.
Thanks very much.
[G#]
Key:
F#
A
D
E
B
F#
A
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] No Brony in Piercy would do fine fisherman off the grand banks of Newfoundland.
Oh, the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder, [A] as she holds the devil by the hand.
[E] As she holds the devil [F#] by the hand.
Good catch to you all, cause the Captain Robert Rose, the Dory [F#] Montalor would wear the phallus far below.
The red sun smiles and the wind, though wiser, is scurrying and [B] warning all the lines.
Oh, scurrying and [F#] warning all the lines.
_ [E] Oh, she's went ashore, no nothing of the [F#] lore, in the glory and the mystery of the eve.
Soft water [G#] in our veins, and the Captain at the reins, [A] our water's all the freest, our water's all the freest [F#] of free.
_ When the mothership's gannoned, and cracks are singled to return, the clouds will fill [B] the mastions and [F#] the swirling of the bow.
The sight and the king and the wind is jester, dancing with [B] the lightning lady fair.
Dancing with [F#] the lightning lady fair. _ _
[B] Black water boils, the Dory fiction's oil, can you hear the klaxon calling out your name?
[D#] Are we anchored to a fate, to die upon the [A] waves, far from all our family, far from all our [F#] family friends?
_ [D] _ _ Tiny [C#] fingers pressed against the [D] windowpane, find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he [Am] returns again.
[F#m] Breath of wind [F#] and bones of ice, they cast their cries into the night, lost, alone, [B] adrift, alive.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[C#m] After few [G#m] days and nights with the oars [E] in the grave, the two men were given [F#] but gone, gone away.
In a new, new child's world, like a spin around the swirls, the families learned the story of their fates.
But on the ocean high, a rescue had come by, they took them to the old world on the Floridatic side.
After two months gone, the blessed horror of St.
John's, [A] holding on and on the Atlantic side.
[E] Holding on and on the [F#] Atlantic side.
_ _ [B] The blessed [E] horror, no nothing of the lore, in the glory and the mystery of the deep.
But [D#] when their heart is strong, you'll return where you [A] belong, to the native back to Newfoundland.
Oh, they made it back to [F#] Newfoundland again.
_ _ [D] _ Pointy [C#] fingers, pressed against the wind of pain, [D] find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like [C#] teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he returns [F#] again. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Thanks very much.
_ _ [G#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] No Brony in Piercy would do fine fisherman off the grand banks of Newfoundland.
Oh, the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder, [A] as she holds the devil by the hand.
[E] As she holds the devil [F#] by the hand.
Good catch to you all, cause the Captain Robert Rose, the Dory [F#] Montalor would wear the phallus far below.
The red sun smiles and the wind, though wiser, is scurrying and [B] warning all the lines.
Oh, scurrying and [F#] warning all the lines.
_ [E] Oh, she's went ashore, no nothing of the [F#] lore, in the glory and the mystery of the eve.
Soft water [G#] in our veins, and the Captain at the reins, [A] our water's all the freest, our water's all the freest [F#] of free.
_ When the mothership's gannoned, and cracks are singled to return, the clouds will fill [B] the mastions and [F#] the swirling of the bow.
The sight and the king and the wind is jester, dancing with [B] the lightning lady fair.
Dancing with [F#] the lightning lady fair. _ _
[B] Black water boils, the Dory fiction's oil, can you hear the klaxon calling out your name?
[D#] Are we anchored to a fate, to die upon the [A] waves, far from all our family, far from all our [F#] family friends?
_ [D] _ _ Tiny [C#] fingers pressed against the [D] windowpane, find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he [Am] returns again.
[F#m] Breath of wind [F#] and bones of ice, they cast their cries into the night, lost, alone, [B] adrift, alive.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[C#m] After few [G#m] days and nights with the oars [E] in the grave, the two men were given [F#] but gone, gone away.
In a new, new child's world, like a spin around the swirls, the families learned the story of their fates.
But on the ocean high, a rescue had come by, they took them to the old world on the Floridatic side.
After two months gone, the blessed horror of St.
John's, [A] holding on and on the Atlantic side.
[E] Holding on and on the [F#] Atlantic side.
_ _ [B] The blessed [E] horror, no nothing of the lore, in the glory and the mystery of the deep.
But [D#] when their heart is strong, you'll return where you [A] belong, to the native back to Newfoundland.
Oh, they made it back to [F#] Newfoundland again.
_ _ [D] _ Pointy [C#] fingers, pressed against the wind of pain, [D] find your [C#] father's star upon the sea.
[D] Keep your faith like [C#] teeth beneath your pillowcase, [D] till the day [E] when he returns [F#] again. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Thanks very much.
_ _ [G#] _ _