Chords for Eumerella Shore/Wild Colonial Boy
Tempo:
93.65 bpm
Chords used:
E
C
G
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [G] [C] There's a happy little valley on the Umerella [F] shore, Where [C] I lingered many happy hours [G] away.
On [C] my little pre-selection I have acres by [F] the score, Where [C] I unyoke [G] the bullocks from [C] the tray.
To [G] my bullocks then I say, no [C] matter where you stray, You will never be pounded [G] anymore.
For [C] you're running, running, running on the duffer's piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore.
If we find a mob of horses when the paddy grails [F] are down, Though [C] before they were never known [G] to stray,
We [C] will round them up and drive them to some distant inland [F] town, And [C] we'll sell them [G] into slavery far [C] away.
To [G] Jack Robertson we'll say, we [C] are on a better lay, And we'll never go farming [G] anymore.
For [C] it's easier dumping cattle on the little piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore.
[B]
[E] There was a wild colonial boy, [A] Jack Doolin [E] was his name.
A poor but honest parent, [F#] he was born in [B] Castle, Maine.
[E] He was his father's only hope, [A] his mother's [E] only joy.
The pride of both his parents [B] was the wild colonial [E] boy.
He was barely sixteen years of age [A] when he left his [E] father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime [F#] as a bush [C#m] ranger [F#m] did [E] roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, [A] their stocks [E] he did destroy.
A terror to the rich man [B] was the wild [E] colonial boy.
One day as he was riding [A] the [E] mountainside along, Listening to the bush birds, [F#] their happy [B] laughing song,
[E] Three mounted troopers came inside [A] Kelly Davis and [E] Fitzroy,
And thought that they would capture him, [B] the wild [E] colonial boy.
Surrender now Jack Doolin, you [A] see we're [E] three to one.
Surrender now Jack Doolin, [C#m] you daring [B] highway man.
[E] But he drew his pistol from his mouth [A] and spun it [E] like a toy.
I'll fight but not surrender, said [B] the wild colonial [E] boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly [A] and brought him [E] to the ground,
And in return from Davis [F#] received a [B] mortal wound.
[E] All shattered through the jaws he laid, [A] still firing [E] at Fitzroy,
And that's the way they captured [B] him, the wild [E] colonial boy.
On [C] my little pre-selection I have acres by [F] the score, Where [C] I unyoke [G] the bullocks from [C] the tray.
To [G] my bullocks then I say, no [C] matter where you stray, You will never be pounded [G] anymore.
For [C] you're running, running, running on the duffer's piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore.
If we find a mob of horses when the paddy grails [F] are down, Though [C] before they were never known [G] to stray,
We [C] will round them up and drive them to some distant inland [F] town, And [C] we'll sell them [G] into slavery far [C] away.
To [G] Jack Robertson we'll say, we [C] are on a better lay, And we'll never go farming [G] anymore.
For [C] it's easier dumping cattle on the little piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore.
[B]
[E] There was a wild colonial boy, [A] Jack Doolin [E] was his name.
A poor but honest parent, [F#] he was born in [B] Castle, Maine.
[E] He was his father's only hope, [A] his mother's [E] only joy.
The pride of both his parents [B] was the wild colonial [E] boy.
He was barely sixteen years of age [A] when he left his [E] father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime [F#] as a bush [C#m] ranger [F#m] did [E] roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, [A] their stocks [E] he did destroy.
A terror to the rich man [B] was the wild [E] colonial boy.
One day as he was riding [A] the [E] mountainside along, Listening to the bush birds, [F#] their happy [B] laughing song,
[E] Three mounted troopers came inside [A] Kelly Davis and [E] Fitzroy,
And thought that they would capture him, [B] the wild [E] colonial boy.
Surrender now Jack Doolin, you [A] see we're [E] three to one.
Surrender now Jack Doolin, [C#m] you daring [B] highway man.
[E] But he drew his pistol from his mouth [A] and spun it [E] like a toy.
I'll fight but not surrender, said [B] the wild colonial [E] boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly [A] and brought him [E] to the ground,
And in return from Davis [F#] received a [B] mortal wound.
[E] All shattered through the jaws he laid, [A] still firing [E] at Fitzroy,
And that's the way they captured [B] him, the wild [E] colonial boy.
Key:
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C
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B
A
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C
G
[C] _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ There's a happy little valley on the Umerella [F] shore, Where [C] I lingered many happy hours [G] away.
On [C] my little pre-selection I have acres by [F] the score, Where [C] I unyoke [G] the bullocks from [C] the tray.
_ To [G] my bullocks then I say, no [C] matter where you stray, You will never be pounded [G] anymore.
For [C] you're running, running, running on the duffer's piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore.
_ If we find a mob of horses when the paddy grails [F] are down, Though [C] before they were never known [G] to stray,
_ We [C] will round them up and drive them to some distant inland [F] town, And [C] we'll sell them [G] into slavery far [C] away.
To [G] Jack Robertson we'll say, we [C] are on a better lay, And we'll never go farming [G] anymore.
_ For [C] it's easier dumping cattle on the little piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore. _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] There was a wild colonial boy, [A] Jack Doolin [E] was his name.
A poor but honest parent, [F#] he was born in [B] Castle, Maine.
[E] He was his father's only hope, [A] his mother's [E] only joy.
The pride of both his parents [B] was the wild colonial [E] boy.
_ He was barely sixteen years of age [A] when he left his [E] father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime [F#] as a bush [C#m] ranger [F#m] did [E] roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, [A] their stocks [E] he did destroy.
A terror to the rich man [B] was the wild [E] colonial boy.
_ One day as he was riding [A] the [E] mountainside along, Listening to the bush birds, [F#] their happy [B] laughing song,
[E] Three mounted troopers came inside [A] Kelly Davis and [E] Fitzroy,
And thought that they would capture him, [B] the wild [E] colonial boy.
_ _ Surrender now Jack Doolin, you [A] see we're [E] three to one.
Surrender now Jack Doolin, [C#m] you daring [B] highway man.
[E] But he drew his pistol from his mouth [A] and spun it [E] like a toy.
I'll fight but not surrender, said [B] the wild colonial [E] boy.
_ _ He fired at Trooper Kelly [A] and brought him [E] to the ground,
And in return from Davis [F#] received a [B] mortal wound.
[E] All shattered through the jaws he laid, [A] still firing [E] at Fitzroy,
And that's the way they captured [B] him, the wild [E] colonial boy. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On [C] my little pre-selection I have acres by [F] the score, Where [C] I unyoke [G] the bullocks from [C] the tray.
_ To [G] my bullocks then I say, no [C] matter where you stray, You will never be pounded [G] anymore.
For [C] you're running, running, running on the duffer's piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore.
_ If we find a mob of horses when the paddy grails [F] are down, Though [C] before they were never known [G] to stray,
_ We [C] will round them up and drive them to some distant inland [F] town, And [C] we'll sell them [G] into slavery far [C] away.
To [G] Jack Robertson we'll say, we [C] are on a better lay, And we'll never go farming [G] anymore.
_ For [C] it's easier dumping cattle on the little piece [F] of land, Pre [C] [G]-selected on the Umerella [C] shore. _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] There was a wild colonial boy, [A] Jack Doolin [E] was his name.
A poor but honest parent, [F#] he was born in [B] Castle, Maine.
[E] He was his father's only hope, [A] his mother's [E] only joy.
The pride of both his parents [B] was the wild colonial [E] boy.
_ He was barely sixteen years of age [A] when he left his [E] father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime [F#] as a bush [C#m] ranger [F#m] did [E] roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, [A] their stocks [E] he did destroy.
A terror to the rich man [B] was the wild [E] colonial boy.
_ One day as he was riding [A] the [E] mountainside along, Listening to the bush birds, [F#] their happy [B] laughing song,
[E] Three mounted troopers came inside [A] Kelly Davis and [E] Fitzroy,
And thought that they would capture him, [B] the wild [E] colonial boy.
_ _ Surrender now Jack Doolin, you [A] see we're [E] three to one.
Surrender now Jack Doolin, [C#m] you daring [B] highway man.
[E] But he drew his pistol from his mouth [A] and spun it [E] like a toy.
I'll fight but not surrender, said [B] the wild colonial [E] boy.
_ _ He fired at Trooper Kelly [A] and brought him [E] to the ground,
And in return from Davis [F#] received a [B] mortal wound.
[E] All shattered through the jaws he laid, [A] still firing [E] at Fitzroy,
And that's the way they captured [B] him, the wild [E] colonial boy. _ _
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