Chords for Natalie Merchant - Hunting the Wren (Official Visualizer)
Tempo:
123.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
F#
F#m
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#]
[C#]
Sharp is the wind, cold is the [F#m] rain, harsh is the [Am] live long day, upon [B] the wide [D] open plain.
By [F#m] Donnelly's hollow, under sod-gorse and firs, there lies a [D] young Wren,
[F#] and by [B] the saint she [D] was cursed.
The Wren [A] is a small bird, [D] so pretty [A] she sings,
[D]
she [A] bested the [F#] eagle when [E] she hid [D] in its way with sticks and [A] with stones.
[D] All among the [A] small mounds, [D] they come [A] from all
[F#m] over,
to [E] hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground.
They flock round [F#] the soldiers, in jackets so red, for barret, crumb, favours, [E]
pennies [D] and bread.
The soldier [F#m] is rough, in anger or fun, he causes [A] much [F#m] bloodshed, [Em] with his big musket [D] gun.
The birds [D] of [A] the earth, [D] the beasts of the [A] field, [D] by spite and [A] by [F#] fury,
[E] are people [D]
revealed.
Attacked in the [A] village, spat on [A] in town, [D] they come from [A] all
[F#] over,
[E] to hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground.
[D]
[F#m]
[G#] [A] [F#m]
[E]
[D]
The Wren is a [C#] small bird, though blamed for much [F#] woe, her form is derided wherever
[E] [D] she goes.
[A] [G#] With cold [G#] wanton [F#] whiskey, she soon is run down, her body [F#m] [F#] paraded,
[E] on a staff through [D] the town.
[A]
A rag for her ceiling, [D] the sod was her [A] floor, she [D] chose the cold [A] open plain,
[F#m] on [E] the dark [D] workhouse floor.
With two broken [A]
wings, feathers so brown, they come from all [F#] over,
to hunt [E] the Wren [G#m] on the wide open [D]
ground.
[F#m] [D]
[C#]
Sharp is the wind, cold is the [F#m] rain, harsh is the [Am] live long day, upon [B] the wide [D] open plain.
By [F#m] Donnelly's hollow, under sod-gorse and firs, there lies a [D] young Wren,
[F#] and by [B] the saint she [D] was cursed.
The Wren [A] is a small bird, [D] so pretty [A] she sings,
[D]
she [A] bested the [F#] eagle when [E] she hid [D] in its way with sticks and [A] with stones.
[D] All among the [A] small mounds, [D] they come [A] from all
[F#m] over,
to [E] hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground.
They flock round [F#] the soldiers, in jackets so red, for barret, crumb, favours, [E]
pennies [D] and bread.
The soldier [F#m] is rough, in anger or fun, he causes [A] much [F#m] bloodshed, [Em] with his big musket [D] gun.
The birds [D] of [A] the earth, [D] the beasts of the [A] field, [D] by spite and [A] by [F#] fury,
[E] are people [D]
revealed.
Attacked in the [A] village, spat on [A] in town, [D] they come from [A] all
[F#] over,
[E] to hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground.
[D]
[F#m]
[G#] [A] [F#m]
[E]
[D]
The Wren is a [C#] small bird, though blamed for much [F#] woe, her form is derided wherever
[E] [D] she goes.
[A] [G#] With cold [G#] wanton [F#] whiskey, she soon is run down, her body [F#m] [F#] paraded,
[E] on a staff through [D] the town.
[A]
A rag for her ceiling, [D] the sod was her [A] floor, she [D] chose the cold [A] open plain,
[F#m] on [E] the dark [D] workhouse floor.
With two broken [A]
wings, feathers so brown, they come from all [F#] over,
to hunt [E] the Wren [G#m] on the wide open [D]
ground.
[F#m] [D]
Key:
D
A
F#
F#m
E
D
A
F#
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#]
Sharp is the wind, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ cold is the _ [F#m] rain, _ _ _ _ _ harsh is the [Am] _ live long day, _ upon [B] the wide [D] open _ plain. _ _ _ _
_ By _ _ [F#m] Donnelly's hollow, _ _ _ _ _ _ under sod-gorse and _ firs, _ _ _ _ there lies a [D] young Wren,
[F#] _ _ and _ by [B] the saint she [D] was _ cursed.
_ _ _ _ _ The Wren [A] is a _ small _ bird, _ _ [D] so pretty [A] she sings,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
she [A] bested the _ _ [F#] eagle _ _ when [E] she hid [D] in its way with _ _ _ _ sticks and [A] with _ stones.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] All among the [A] small _ mounds, _ _ _ _ _ [D] they come [A] from all _
_ [F#m] over,
_ _ to [E] hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground. _ _ _ _ _ _
They flock round [F#] the soldiers, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ in jackets so red, _ _ _ _ _ _ for barret, crumb, _ _ _ _ favours, _ _ _ [E] _
pennies [D] and bread. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The soldier [F#m] is rough, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
in anger or fun, _ _ _ _ _ _ he causes [A] much _ _ [F#m] _ bloodshed, _ _ [Em] with his big musket [D] gun. _
_ _ _ _ _ The birds [D] of [A] the earth, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] the beasts of the [A] field, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] by spite and [A] by _ _ [F#] fury, _
_ _ _ [E] are people _ [D] _
revealed. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Attacked in the [A] _ village, _ _ _ _ _ _ spat on [A] in town, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] they come from [A] all _ _
[F#] over,
_ _ _ [E] to hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ The Wren is a [C#] small bird, _ _ _ _ _ though blamed for much [F#] woe, _ _ _ _ _ _ her form is _ _ derided _ _ wherever _
_ [E] _ _ [D] she goes. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G#] With cold [G#] wanton [F#] whiskey, _ _ _ _ _ she soon is run down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
her body [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] paraded, _
_ _ _ [E] on a staff through [D] the town.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
A rag for her _ _ ceiling, _ _ _ _ [D] the sod was her [A] floor, _ _ _ _ _ _ she [D] chose the cold [A] open plain,
_ [F#m] _ on _ _ [E] the dark [D] workhouse floor. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ With two broken [A]
wings, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ feathers so brown, _ _ _ _ _ _ they come from all _ _ [F#] over,
_ _ _ to hunt [E] the Wren [G#m] on the wide open [D] _
ground.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#]
Sharp is the wind, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ cold is the _ [F#m] rain, _ _ _ _ _ harsh is the [Am] _ live long day, _ upon [B] the wide [D] open _ plain. _ _ _ _
_ By _ _ [F#m] Donnelly's hollow, _ _ _ _ _ _ under sod-gorse and _ firs, _ _ _ _ there lies a [D] young Wren,
[F#] _ _ and _ by [B] the saint she [D] was _ cursed.
_ _ _ _ _ The Wren [A] is a _ small _ bird, _ _ [D] so pretty [A] she sings,
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D]
she [A] bested the _ _ [F#] eagle _ _ when [E] she hid [D] in its way with _ _ _ _ sticks and [A] with _ stones.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] All among the [A] small _ mounds, _ _ _ _ _ [D] they come [A] from all _
_ [F#m] over,
_ _ to [E] hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground. _ _ _ _ _ _
They flock round [F#] the soldiers, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ in jackets so red, _ _ _ _ _ _ for barret, crumb, _ _ _ _ favours, _ _ _ [E] _
pennies [D] and bread. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ The soldier [F#m] is rough, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
in anger or fun, _ _ _ _ _ _ he causes [A] much _ _ [F#m] _ bloodshed, _ _ [Em] with his big musket [D] gun. _
_ _ _ _ _ The birds [D] of [A] the earth, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] the beasts of the [A] field, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] by spite and [A] by _ _ [F#] fury, _
_ _ _ [E] are people _ [D] _
revealed. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Attacked in the [A] _ village, _ _ _ _ _ _ spat on [A] in town, _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] they come from [A] all _ _
[F#] over,
_ _ _ [E] to hunt the Wren on the wide [D] open ground.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ The Wren is a [C#] small bird, _ _ _ _ _ though blamed for much [F#] woe, _ _ _ _ _ _ her form is _ _ derided _ _ wherever _
_ [E] _ _ [D] she goes. _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G#] With cold [G#] wanton [F#] whiskey, _ _ _ _ _ she soon is run down, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
her body [F#m] _ _ _ [F#] paraded, _
_ _ _ [E] on a staff through [D] the town.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
A rag for her _ _ ceiling, _ _ _ _ [D] the sod was her [A] floor, _ _ _ _ _ _ she [D] chose the cold [A] open plain,
_ [F#m] _ on _ _ [E] the dark [D] workhouse floor. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ With two broken [A]
wings, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ feathers so brown, _ _ _ _ _ _ they come from all _ _ [F#] over,
_ _ _ to hunt [E] the Wren [G#m] on the wide open [D] _
ground.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _