Chords for Skewball
Tempo:
124.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Gm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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You gallant [D] sportsmen [Gm] all, come listen to my story, It's of the Boleskew Ball, that noble racing [G] pony.
Arthur Marvell was the man, that brought Boleskew Ball over, He's a diamond of the [G] land, and he rolls about in Clover.
The horses were bought out, with saddle, whip and bridle, And the [Gm] gentlemen did shout, oh and they saw the noble [G] riders.
And some did shout, oh right, the air was thick with gasses, And on the grey [D] Griselda, the sportsmen laid their passer.
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The trumpet ended [D] soon, they shot off like an arrow, They scarcely touched the ground, for the going it [G] was narrow.
Then Griselda passed him by, and the gentlemen did holler, [A] The grey will win the day, [F] and Skew Ball he will follow.
[G]
[Gm] Then half way round the [A] course, up spoke the noble rider, I fear we must fall back, for she's going like a tiger.
[G] Up spoke the noble horse, right on my [Dm] noble master, Go a half way [D] round the course, and now we'll see who's faster.
And when they did this [Gm] horse, Boleskew, flew like lightning, They chased her round the course, and the grey mare she was [A] taken.
[G] Right on my noble lord, for the good two hundred [Dm] guineas, [Gm] There's saddle, choumet and gold, [F] when we pick up our women.
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[C] [G]
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[D] Passed the winning poles, Boleskew, pulled through quite handy, An awesome rider both, ordered sherry wine and brandy.
And then they drank a health, unto Miss Griselda, And all that lost their money [F] on the sporting plains of [D] Kildare.
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You gallant [D] sportsmen [Gm] all, come listen to my story, It's of the Boleskew Ball, that noble racing [G] pony.
Arthur Marvell was the man, that brought Boleskew Ball over, He's a diamond of the [G] land, and he rolls about in Clover.
The horses were bought out, with saddle, whip and bridle, And the [Gm] gentlemen did shout, oh and they saw the noble [G] riders.
And some did shout, oh right, the air was thick with gasses, And on the grey [D] Griselda, the sportsmen laid their passer.
[G] [C] [G]
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[G]
The trumpet ended [D] soon, they shot off like an arrow, They scarcely touched the ground, for the going it [G] was narrow.
Then Griselda passed him by, and the gentlemen did holler, [A] The grey will win the day, [F] and Skew Ball he will follow.
[G]
[Gm] Then half way round the [A] course, up spoke the noble rider, I fear we must fall back, for she's going like a tiger.
[G] Up spoke the noble horse, right on my [Dm] noble master, Go a half way [D] round the course, and now we'll see who's faster.
And when they did this [Gm] horse, Boleskew, flew like lightning, They chased her round the course, and the grey mare she was [A] taken.
[G] Right on my noble lord, for the good two hundred [Dm] guineas, [Gm] There's saddle, choumet and gold, [F] when we pick up our women.
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[C] [G]
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[D] Passed the winning poles, Boleskew, pulled through quite handy, An awesome rider both, ordered sherry wine and brandy.
And then they drank a health, unto Miss Griselda, And all that lost their money [F] on the sporting plains of [D] Kildare.
[C] [A] [F] [G]
[C] [G] [D]
[C] [G]
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_ You gallant [D] sportsmen [Gm] all, come listen to my story, It's of the Boleskew Ball, that noble racing [G] pony.
_ Arthur Marvell was the man, that brought Boleskew Ball over, He's a diamond of the [G] land, and he rolls about in Clover. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The horses were bought out, with saddle, whip and bridle, And the [Gm] gentlemen did shout, oh and they saw the noble [G] riders. _
_ And some did shout, oh right, the air was thick with gasses, And on the grey _ [D] Griselda, the sportsmen laid their passer. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ The trumpet ended [D] soon, they shot off like an arrow, They scarcely touched the ground, for the going it [G] was narrow.
Then Griselda passed him by, and the gentlemen did holler, [A] The grey will win the day, [F] and Skew Ball he will follow.
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_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ Then half way round the [A] course, up spoke the noble rider, I fear we must fall back, for she's going like a tiger.
[G] _ Up spoke the noble horse, right on my [Dm] noble master, Go a half way [D] round the course, and now we'll see who's faster. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And when they did this [Gm] horse, Boleskew, flew like lightning, They chased her round the course, and the grey mare she was [A] taken.
_ [G] Right on my noble lord, for the good two hundred [Dm] guineas, [Gm] There's saddle, choumet and gold, [F] when we pick up our women.
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[D] Passed the winning poles, Boleskew, pulled through quite handy, An awesome rider both, ordered sherry wine and brandy.
And then they drank a health, unto Miss Griselda, And all that lost their money [F] on the sporting plains of [D] Kildare.
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_ You gallant [D] sportsmen [Gm] all, come listen to my story, It's of the Boleskew Ball, that noble racing [G] pony.
_ Arthur Marvell was the man, that brought Boleskew Ball over, He's a diamond of the [G] land, and he rolls about in Clover. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The horses were bought out, with saddle, whip and bridle, And the [Gm] gentlemen did shout, oh and they saw the noble [G] riders. _
_ And some did shout, oh right, the air was thick with gasses, And on the grey _ [D] Griselda, the sportsmen laid their passer. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ The trumpet ended [D] soon, they shot off like an arrow, They scarcely touched the ground, for the going it [G] was narrow.
Then Griselda passed him by, and the gentlemen did holler, [A] The grey will win the day, [F] and Skew Ball he will follow.
[G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ Then half way round the [A] course, up spoke the noble rider, I fear we must fall back, for she's going like a tiger.
[G] _ Up spoke the noble horse, right on my [Dm] noble master, Go a half way [D] round the course, and now we'll see who's faster. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And when they did this [Gm] horse, Boleskew, flew like lightning, They chased her round the course, and the grey mare she was [A] taken.
_ [G] Right on my noble lord, for the good two hundred [Dm] guineas, [Gm] There's saddle, choumet and gold, [F] when we pick up our women.
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[D] Passed the winning poles, Boleskew, pulled through quite handy, An awesome rider both, ordered sherry wine and brandy.
And then they drank a health, unto Miss Griselda, And all that lost their money [F] on the sporting plains of [D] Kildare.
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