Chords for One Eyed Reilly - Private James Gallagher
Tempo:
72.05 bpm
Chords used:
Em
B
Am
Bm
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [A] [G] [E]
[Em] He was cut from [Am] hillcany, [Bm] by a downed [Em] genocephaler.
He [D] gave his life [Am] for the [D] fountain of the land,
and left his wife [Em] and daughter.
James Carragher [Am] loved this country,
[Bm] and cried, [Em] held his tears.
From the [Am] pain he lost his mind,
[B] he was an Irish [Em] volunteer.
He was [B] an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] he passed [G] away in [B] September [Em] 1788.
[B]
[Em] [B] [Em] [B] [Em] [B] [Em]
Patience [Am] and courage died with [Bm] him,
he was dead.
[Em] Joy and folly,
on a deadliest [Am] day,
James [B] Carragher's blood,
soaked in [Em] his children's soil,
he was buried [Am] on the battleground.
[B] He said, [Em] I hear you praying,
speak the [Am] bloody name of the infant,
[B] and [A] forevermore [Em] he'll stay.
[B] Was [Em] an Irish [B] volunteer,
and [Em] his last refrain was,
September 1788.
Fifty year old father,
dead from a bloody spleen,
[C] black [D] man, half a [Em] mage,
tall, down in three,
[C] short, three foot,
[D] tough, and proud,
was [Em] a bandit, a slave,
[C] and fought for the Irish [B] Brigade.
[Em]
[Am] [B] [Em]
[Am] [B] [F#m] [Em]
They gave [Am] him the flag of Ireland,
[Bm]
[Em] stars and stripes,
his head [D] marching [Am] in the valley.
[Bm] He had years of [Em] Irish pride,
[B] he was an [Em] Irish volunteer,
[B] he passed [E] away in September [B] 1788.
[Em] [B] [Em] [B]
[Em] [B] [Em]
Stone [Am] cutters,
throwing cute pennies,
[Bm] right down [F#m] in the [Em] Jesus bar,
look into [D] the [C] face of [B] death,
and he's finished his [Em] part.
[Am] [B] [E]
[Em] [Am] [B] [Em]
[Am] [B]
[Em] [Am] [B]
[Em] [B] Was an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] with a class [Em] of three,
[B] [E] September [Em] 1788.
[B] Thank you.
[Em]
He's got a good [Am] love story,
[B] he's [Em] held it in,
fought the [D] pain with all [A] his might,
[B] was an [E] Irish volunteer.
[F] [Bm] [E] [N] That's
[Em] He was cut from [Am] hillcany, [Bm] by a downed [Em] genocephaler.
He [D] gave his life [Am] for the [D] fountain of the land,
and left his wife [Em] and daughter.
James Carragher [Am] loved this country,
[Bm] and cried, [Em] held his tears.
From the [Am] pain he lost his mind,
[B] he was an Irish [Em] volunteer.
He was [B] an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] he passed [G] away in [B] September [Em] 1788.
[B]
[Em] [B] [Em] [B] [Em] [B] [Em]
Patience [Am] and courage died with [Bm] him,
he was dead.
[Em] Joy and folly,
on a deadliest [Am] day,
James [B] Carragher's blood,
soaked in [Em] his children's soil,
he was buried [Am] on the battleground.
[B] He said, [Em] I hear you praying,
speak the [Am] bloody name of the infant,
[B] and [A] forevermore [Em] he'll stay.
[B] Was [Em] an Irish [B] volunteer,
and [Em] his last refrain was,
September 1788.
Fifty year old father,
dead from a bloody spleen,
[C] black [D] man, half a [Em] mage,
tall, down in three,
[C] short, three foot,
[D] tough, and proud,
was [Em] a bandit, a slave,
[C] and fought for the Irish [B] Brigade.
[Em]
[Am] [B] [Em]
[Am] [B] [F#m] [Em]
They gave [Am] him the flag of Ireland,
[Bm]
[Em] stars and stripes,
his head [D] marching [Am] in the valley.
[Bm] He had years of [Em] Irish pride,
[B] he was an [Em] Irish volunteer,
[B] he passed [E] away in September [B] 1788.
[Em] [B] [Em] [B]
[Em] [B] [Em]
Stone [Am] cutters,
throwing cute pennies,
[Bm] right down [F#m] in the [Em] Jesus bar,
look into [D] the [C] face of [B] death,
and he's finished his [Em] part.
[Am] [B] [E]
[Em] [Am] [B] [Em]
[Am] [B]
[Em] [Am] [B]
[Em] [B] Was an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] with a class [Em] of three,
[B] [E] September [Em] 1788.
[B] Thank you.
[Em]
He's got a good [Am] love story,
[B] he's [Em] held it in,
fought the [D] pain with all [A] his might,
[B] was an [E] Irish volunteer.
[F] [Bm] [E] [N] That's
Key:
Em
B
Am
Bm
D
Em
B
Am
[G] _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ He was cut from [Am] hillcany, [Bm] by a downed [Em] genocephaler.
He [D] gave his life [Am] for the [D] fountain of the land,
and left his wife [Em] and daughter.
James Carragher [Am] loved this country,
[Bm] and cried, [Em] held his tears.
From the [Am] pain he lost his mind,
[B] he was an Irish [Em] volunteer.
He was [B] an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] he passed [G] away in [B] September [Em] 1788.
_ _ _ _ [B] _
[Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ _
_ _ Patience [Am] and courage died with [Bm] him,
he was dead.
[Em] Joy and folly,
on a deadliest [Am] day,
James [B] Carragher's blood,
soaked in [Em] his children's soil,
he was buried [Am] on the battleground.
[B] He said, [Em] I hear you praying,
speak the [Am] bloody name of the infant,
[B] and [A] forevermore [Em] he'll stay.
[B] Was [Em] an Irish [B] volunteer,
and [Em] his last refrain was,
September 1788.
_ _ _ Fifty year old father,
dead from a bloody spleen,
[C] black [D] man, half a [Em] mage,
tall, down in three,
[C] short, three foot,
[D] tough, and proud,
was [Em] a bandit, a slave,
[C] and fought for the Irish [B] Brigade.
_ [Em] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ _ _
_ They gave [Am] him the flag of Ireland,
_ [Bm] _
[Em] stars and stripes,
his head [D] marching [Am] in the valley.
[Bm] He had years of [Em] Irish pride,
[B] he was an [Em] Irish volunteer,
[B] he passed [E] away in September [B] 1788.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Em] _ [B] _
[Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
Stone [Am] cutters,
throwing cute pennies,
[Bm] right down [F#m] in the [Em] Jesus bar,
look into [D] the [C] face of [B] death,
and he's finished his [Em] part.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [B] Was an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] with a class [Em] of three,
_ _ [B] [E] September [Em] 1788.
[B] Thank you.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He's got a good [Am] love story,
[B] he's [Em] held it in,
fought the [D] pain with all [A] his might,
[B] was an [E] Irish volunteer. _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Bm] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [N] That's
[Em] _ _ He was cut from [Am] hillcany, [Bm] by a downed [Em] genocephaler.
He [D] gave his life [Am] for the [D] fountain of the land,
and left his wife [Em] and daughter.
James Carragher [Am] loved this country,
[Bm] and cried, [Em] held his tears.
From the [Am] pain he lost his mind,
[B] he was an Irish [Em] volunteer.
He was [B] an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] he passed [G] away in [B] September [Em] 1788.
_ _ _ _ [B] _
[Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ _
_ _ Patience [Am] and courage died with [Bm] him,
he was dead.
[Em] Joy and folly,
on a deadliest [Am] day,
James [B] Carragher's blood,
soaked in [Em] his children's soil,
he was buried [Am] on the battleground.
[B] He said, [Em] I hear you praying,
speak the [Am] bloody name of the infant,
[B] and [A] forevermore [Em] he'll stay.
[B] Was [Em] an Irish [B] volunteer,
and [Em] his last refrain was,
September 1788.
_ _ _ Fifty year old father,
dead from a bloody spleen,
[C] black [D] man, half a [Em] mage,
tall, down in three,
[C] short, three foot,
[D] tough, and proud,
was [Em] a bandit, a slave,
[C] and fought for the Irish [B] Brigade.
_ [Em] _
_ [Am] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [B] _ [F#m] _ [Em] _ _ _
_ They gave [Am] him the flag of Ireland,
_ [Bm] _
[Em] stars and stripes,
his head [D] marching [Am] in the valley.
[Bm] He had years of [Em] Irish pride,
[B] he was an [Em] Irish volunteer,
[B] he passed [E] away in September [B] 1788.
[Em] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [Em] _ [B] _
[Em] _ [B] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
Stone [Am] cutters,
throwing cute pennies,
[Bm] right down [F#m] in the [Em] Jesus bar,
look into [D] the [C] face of [B] death,
and he's finished his [Em] part.
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ [B] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [B] Was an Irish [Em] volunteer,
[B] with a class [Em] of three,
_ _ [B] [E] September [Em] 1788.
[B] Thank you.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ He's got a good [Am] love story,
[B] he's [Em] held it in,
fought the [D] pain with all [A] his might,
[B] was an [E] Irish volunteer. _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Bm] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [N] That's