Chords for Orthodox Celts - Saint Patrick Was a Gentleman
Tempo:
123.25 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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St.
Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people.
In Dublin, down in the village church and on it put a staple.
His father was a Callahan, his mother was a Grady.
His mum was a Shaughnessy, and uncle he was Grady.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever.
There's not a smiling island, there were no dirty women masters.
Where every foot is there, but prudy men had them enclustered.
The dogs went off, the frogs went plus, left the shithole and water.
Enemies committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever.
[Dm] [G] [D]
Out of a thousand rifles flew each one between his courses.
And nine of them [G] a killer, [D] one in the second courses.
When one was calling on the ground, there stood the noble nation.
He gave them a rise and all for their rights, the sons of the [D] situation.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Wake low hills are weary, high as soar the hill of Alford.
But there's a hill much higher still, higher than the boulder.
And it was [G] on it that for [D] Pilsen Patrick raised a salmon.
The drowned of frogs [G] instead of arms [D] and puttered all the women.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them
St.
Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people.
In Dublin, down in the village church and on it put a staple.
His father was a Callahan, his mother was a Grady.
His mum was a Shaughnessy, and uncle he was Grady.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever.
There's not a smiling island, there were no dirty women masters.
Where every foot is there, but prudy men had them enclustered.
The dogs went off, the frogs went plus, left the shithole and water.
Enemies committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever.
[Dm] [G] [D]
Out of a thousand rifles flew each one between his courses.
And nine of them [G] a killer, [D] one in the second courses.
When one was calling on the ground, there stood the noble nation.
He gave them a rise and all for their rights, the sons of the [D] situation.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Wake low hills are weary, high as soar the hill of Alford.
But there's a hill much higher still, higher than the boulder.
And it was [G] on it that for [D] Pilsen Patrick raised a salmon.
The drowned of frogs [G] instead of arms [D] and puttered all the women.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them
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_ St.
Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people.
In Dublin, down in the village church and on it put a staple.
His father was a Callahan, his mother was a Grady.
His mum was a Shaughnessy, and uncle he was Grady.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ There's not a smiling island, there were no dirty women masters.
Where every foot is there, but prudy men had them enclustered.
The dogs went off, the frogs went plus, left the shithole and water.
Enemies committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ Out of a thousand rifles flew each one between his courses.
And nine of them [G] a killer, [D] one in the second courses.
When one was calling on the ground, there stood the noble nation.
He gave them a rise and all for their rights, the sons of the [D] situation.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Wake low hills are weary, high as soar the hill of Alford.
But there's a hill much higher still, higher than the boulder.
And it was [G] on it that for [D] Pilsen Patrick raised a salmon.
The drowned of frogs [G] instead of arms [D] and puttered all the women.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them
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_ St.
Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people.
In Dublin, down in the village church and on it put a staple.
His father was a Callahan, his mother was a Grady.
His mum was a Shaughnessy, and uncle he was Grady.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ There's not a smiling island, there were no dirty women masters.
Where every foot is there, but prudy men had them enclustered.
The dogs went off, the frogs went plus, left the shithole and water.
Enemies committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.
Except for both, in Patrick's feast he was a saint of lover.
He gave his snakes an awful twist and banished them forever. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ Out of a thousand rifles flew each one between his courses.
And nine of them [G] a killer, [D] one in the second courses.
When one was calling on the ground, there stood the noble nation.
He gave them a rise and all for their rights, the sons of the [D] situation.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Wake low hills are weary, high as soar the hill of Alford.
But there's a hill much higher still, higher than the boulder.
And it was [G] on it that for [D] Pilsen Patrick raised a salmon.
The drowned of frogs [G] instead of arms [D] and puttered all the women.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them forever.
Except for [G] both, in Patrick's feast [D] he was a saint of lover.
He gave his [G] snakes an awful twist [D] and banished them