Soldier On Chords by P.J. Murrihy
Tempo:
90.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [G] [D]
There lived a [Em] widow in our [A] town, her name was [G] Mary [D] Ellen Brown.
Every [Em] year that the good Lord [A] sent, she'd rare a pig [G] to [D] pay the rent.
[G] She had one [D] son, her only [A] hope, but he wouldn't kick [D] snow off her oath.
[G] He'd rarely [D] rise before half [A] ten, the talk of the [G] town [D] of Elfin.
[A] [G] [D] The army [Em] then, she made him join, [A] they sent him [G] to a [D] foreign line.
And as the [Em] bombs fell all around, [A] like a duck in [G] thunder, [D] he'd be [G] bound.
No one [D] cared or gave a damn, [A] for the broken [D]-hearted Irish man.
[G] So he wrote a [D] letter home one [A] day, and to his [G] mother [D] he did [G] say,
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [G] now so [D] is her aunt.
[A] [D]
Life was tough [Em] in the desert sand, [A] how he [G] longed for [D] Ireland.
So once [G] more he took his pen, [A] and he asked his mother [G] once [D] again,
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [G] [D]
Mrs.
Brown, [Em] it was plain to tell, [A] would not give in [G] that pig [D] to sell.
And safety's taken [Em] many a time, [A] so they won't bail out [G] that son of [D] mine.
[G] Let every hen [D] scratch for itself, [A] was her reply [D] to his request.
[G] Mother never [D] changed her song, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is [G] her aunt.
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[A] The pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] [D] [A] [G] [D]
There lived a [Em] widow in our [A] town, her name was [G] Mary [D] Ellen Brown.
Every [Em] year that the good Lord [A] sent, she'd rare a pig [G] to [D] pay the rent.
[G] She had one [D] son, her only [A] hope, but he wouldn't kick [D] snow off her oath.
[G] He'd rarely [D] rise before half [A] ten, the talk of the [G] town [D] of Elfin.
[A] [G] [D] The army [Em] then, she made him join, [A] they sent him [G] to a [D] foreign line.
And as the [Em] bombs fell all around, [A] like a duck in [G] thunder, [D] he'd be [G] bound.
No one [D] cared or gave a damn, [A] for the broken [D]-hearted Irish man.
[G] So he wrote a [D] letter home one [A] day, and to his [G] mother [D] he did [G] say,
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [G] now so [D] is her aunt.
[A] [D]
Life was tough [Em] in the desert sand, [A] how he [G] longed for [D] Ireland.
So once [G] more he took his pen, [A] and he asked his mother [G] once [D] again,
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [G] [D]
Mrs.
Brown, [Em] it was plain to tell, [A] would not give in [G] that pig [D] to sell.
And safety's taken [Em] many a time, [A] so they won't bail out [G] that son of [D] mine.
[G] Let every hen [D] scratch for itself, [A] was her reply [D] to his request.
[G] Mother never [D] changed her song, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is [G] her aunt.
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[A] The pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
Key:
D
G
A
Em
D
G
A
Em
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [D]
There lived a [Em] widow in our [A] town, her name was [G] Mary [D] Ellen Brown.
Every [Em] year that the good Lord [A] sent, she'd rare a pig [G] to [D] pay the rent.
[G] She had one [D] son, her only [A] hope, but he wouldn't kick [D] snow off her oath.
[G] He'd rarely [D] rise before half [A] ten, the talk of the [G] town [D] of Elfin.
[A] _ _ [G] _ [D] The army [Em] then, she made him join, [A] they sent him [G] to a [D] foreign line.
And as the [Em] bombs fell all around, [A] like a duck in [G] thunder, [D] he'd be [G] bound.
No one [D] cared or gave a damn, [A] for the broken [D]-hearted Irish man.
[G] So he wrote a [D] letter home one [A] day, and to his [G] mother [D] he did [G] say,
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [G] now so [D] is her aunt.
[A] _ _ [D] _
Life was tough [Em] in the desert sand, [A] how he [G] longed for [D] Ireland.
So once [G] more he took his pen, [A] and he asked his mother [G] once [D] again,
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [D]
Mrs.
Brown, [Em] it was plain to tell, [A] would not give in [G] that pig [D] to sell.
And safety's taken [Em] many a time, [A] so they won't bail out [G] that son of [D] mine.
[G] Let every hen [D] scratch for itself, [A] was her reply [D] to his request.
[G] Mother never [D] changed her song, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is [G] her aunt.
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[A] The pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [D]
There lived a [Em] widow in our [A] town, her name was [G] Mary [D] Ellen Brown.
Every [Em] year that the good Lord [A] sent, she'd rare a pig [G] to [D] pay the rent.
[G] She had one [D] son, her only [A] hope, but he wouldn't kick [D] snow off her oath.
[G] He'd rarely [D] rise before half [A] ten, the talk of the [G] town [D] of Elfin.
[A] _ _ [G] _ [D] The army [Em] then, she made him join, [A] they sent him [G] to a [D] foreign line.
And as the [Em] bombs fell all around, [A] like a duck in [G] thunder, [D] he'd be [G] bound.
No one [D] cared or gave a damn, [A] for the broken [D]-hearted Irish man.
[G] So he wrote a [D] letter home one [A] day, and to his [G] mother [D] he did [G] say,
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [G] now so [D] is her aunt.
[A] _ _ [D] _
Life was tough [Em] in the desert sand, [A] how he [G] longed for [D] Ireland.
So once [G] more he took his pen, [A] and he asked his mother [G] once [D] again,
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [D]
Mrs.
Brown, [Em] it was plain to tell, [A] would not give in [G] that pig [D] to sell.
And safety's taken [Em] many a time, [A] so they won't bail out [G] that son of [D] mine.
[G] Let every hen [D] scratch for itself, [A] was her reply [D] to his request.
[G] Mother never [D] changed her song, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[G] Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is [G] her aunt.
Sell the pig [D] and bail me out, [A] I miss the [D] bingo and the stout.
[G] But she wrote back [D] and said, Dear John, [A] the pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt.
[A] The pig is dead, [D] now so is her aunt. _ _ _ _
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