Chords for Mi' Granny - Fivepenny Piece.mp4
Tempo:
112.45 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
C
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
Who's past eighty-one, [F] make Ronnie his now, And for a [Bb] rage who's right clever,
The silvery locks [F] fall all over her brow, Make her look bonnie [Bb] as ever.
[Eb] I was there till the night, [Bb] and I thought to meself,
[C] God bless her, who's [F] apparently looking, [Bb] And it were a grand sight, [F] as with tears in her eyes,
Sat reading her Bible [Bb] and smoking.
Who were brought up in Yorkshire, [F]
amidst flowers and fields,
Drank water all pure from [Bb] the well.
Who used to get up, when the [F] sun began to rise, Harking the cuckoo that [Bb] sang.
Now [Eb] her folks had a farm, [Bb] and they had lots of milk,
[C] Who drank it all warm from the [F] cow.
[Bb] Well it did her right good, [F] and it nourished her blood.
Who might have lived.
[Dm] [Bb]
Who's a widow and husband, [F] for the last forty years,
Who hasn't a husband [Bb] to bother.
Who's a daughter who hasn't said, [F] I will just yet,
And who tarries at home with [Bb] her mother.
[Eb] Now this daughter and her, [Bb] do bake in Sir Fine,
[C] Sell potatoes both English [F] and foreign,
[Bb] And other such matters [F] in grocery line,
Like donkey stones, candles [Bb] and herring.
Now me granny's a Christian, [F] I'll have you to know,
Reads her Bible at home, every [Bb] night,
Gives her customers measure, [F] and waits for their brass,
And far as I know, who does [Bb] write.
[Eb] So God bless me old granny, [Bb] God bless her I say,
May that [C] heart of hers never grow [F] cold,
[Bb] Till who's baked all her flour, and [F] sold all her bread,
And lived to be a hundred years old.
[Bb]
[N]
Who's past eighty-one, [F] make Ronnie his now, And for a [Bb] rage who's right clever,
The silvery locks [F] fall all over her brow, Make her look bonnie [Bb] as ever.
[Eb] I was there till the night, [Bb] and I thought to meself,
[C] God bless her, who's [F] apparently looking, [Bb] And it were a grand sight, [F] as with tears in her eyes,
Sat reading her Bible [Bb] and smoking.
Who were brought up in Yorkshire, [F]
amidst flowers and fields,
Drank water all pure from [Bb] the well.
Who used to get up, when the [F] sun began to rise, Harking the cuckoo that [Bb] sang.
Now [Eb] her folks had a farm, [Bb] and they had lots of milk,
[C] Who drank it all warm from the [F] cow.
[Bb] Well it did her right good, [F] and it nourished her blood.
Who might have lived.
[Dm] [Bb]
Who's a widow and husband, [F] for the last forty years,
Who hasn't a husband [Bb] to bother.
Who's a daughter who hasn't said, [F] I will just yet,
And who tarries at home with [Bb] her mother.
[Eb] Now this daughter and her, [Bb] do bake in Sir Fine,
[C] Sell potatoes both English [F] and foreign,
[Bb] And other such matters [F] in grocery line,
Like donkey stones, candles [Bb] and herring.
Now me granny's a Christian, [F] I'll have you to know,
Reads her Bible at home, every [Bb] night,
Gives her customers measure, [F] and waits for their brass,
And far as I know, who does [Bb] write.
[Eb] So God bless me old granny, [Bb] God bless her I say,
May that [C] heart of hers never grow [F] cold,
[Bb] Till who's baked all her flour, and [F] sold all her bread,
And lived to be a hundred years old.
[Bb]
[N]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
C
Dm
Bb
F
Eb
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
Who's past eighty-one, [F] make Ronnie his now, _ And for a [Bb] rage who's right clever,
The silvery locks [F] fall all over her brow, _ Make her look bonnie [Bb] as ever.
_ _ [Eb] I was there till the night, [Bb] and I thought to meself,
[C] God bless her, who's [F] apparently looking, _ [Bb] And it were a grand sight, [F] as with tears in her eyes,
Sat reading her Bible [Bb] and smoking. _ _ _
_ _ Who were brought up in Yorkshire, [F]
amidst flowers and fields,
Drank water all pure from [Bb] the well.
_ _ Who used to get up, when the [F] sun began to rise, _ Harking the cuckoo that [Bb] sang.
_ _ Now [Eb] her folks had a farm, [Bb] and they had lots of milk,
_ [C] Who drank it all warm from the [F] cow.
_ _ [Bb] Well it did her right good, _ [F] and it nourished her blood.
_ Who might have lived.
[Dm] _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Who's a widow and husband, [F] for the last forty years,
Who hasn't a husband [Bb] to bother.
_ _ Who's a daughter who hasn't said, [F] I will just yet,
And who tarries at home with [Bb] her mother.
_ [Eb] Now this daughter and her, [Bb] do bake in Sir Fine,
[C] Sell potatoes both English [F] and foreign,
_ [Bb] And other such matters [F] in grocery line,
Like donkey stones, candles [Bb] and herring. _ _ _
_ _ Now me granny's a Christian, [F] I'll have you to know,
_ Reads her Bible at home, every [Bb] night,
_ _ Gives her customers measure, [F] and waits for their brass,
And far as I know, who does [Bb] write.
_ _ [Eb] So God bless me old granny, [Bb] God bless her I say,
May that [C] heart of hers never grow [F] cold, _
_ [Bb] Till who's baked all her flour, and [F] sold all her bread,
_ And lived to be a hundred years old.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Who's past eighty-one, [F] make Ronnie his now, _ And for a [Bb] rage who's right clever,
The silvery locks [F] fall all over her brow, _ Make her look bonnie [Bb] as ever.
_ _ [Eb] I was there till the night, [Bb] and I thought to meself,
[C] God bless her, who's [F] apparently looking, _ [Bb] And it were a grand sight, [F] as with tears in her eyes,
Sat reading her Bible [Bb] and smoking. _ _ _
_ _ Who were brought up in Yorkshire, [F]
amidst flowers and fields,
Drank water all pure from [Bb] the well.
_ _ Who used to get up, when the [F] sun began to rise, _ Harking the cuckoo that [Bb] sang.
_ _ Now [Eb] her folks had a farm, [Bb] and they had lots of milk,
_ [C] Who drank it all warm from the [F] cow.
_ _ [Bb] Well it did her right good, _ [F] and it nourished her blood.
_ Who might have lived.
[Dm] _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Who's a widow and husband, [F] for the last forty years,
Who hasn't a husband [Bb] to bother.
_ _ Who's a daughter who hasn't said, [F] I will just yet,
And who tarries at home with [Bb] her mother.
_ [Eb] Now this daughter and her, [Bb] do bake in Sir Fine,
[C] Sell potatoes both English [F] and foreign,
_ [Bb] And other such matters [F] in grocery line,
Like donkey stones, candles [Bb] and herring. _ _ _
_ _ Now me granny's a Christian, [F] I'll have you to know,
_ Reads her Bible at home, every [Bb] night,
_ _ Gives her customers measure, [F] and waits for their brass,
And far as I know, who does [Bb] write.
_ _ [Eb] So God bless me old granny, [Bb] God bless her I say,
May that [C] heart of hers never grow [F] cold, _
_ [Bb] Till who's baked all her flour, and [F] sold all her bread,
_ And lived to be a hundred years old.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _