Chords for The Corries - The Shamrock and the Thistle
Tempo:
82.15 bpm
Chords used:
C
Am
F
G
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
Oh, [C] come all ye true-born Glasgow boys, and listen to my song.
I'm going to [F] speak of [C] harmony, it won't [Am] detain you long.
[C]
I've made this [F] little tune [C] for you, I've played it [Am] on my whistle.
[C] And I think the name I'll give to it, the shamrock and the thistle.
Well, aboard the Royal Alastair Man, we had a dram or two.
When daylight broke, [F] we all awoke [Am] and saw the Brummie Law.
[C] The journey o'er we went ashore, our friends all [Am] raised a cheer.
[C] And soon the word [G] was [C] going round, the Irishmen are here.
We were not rash, [F] we [C] wore no sash, we sang no party thee.
For we had come [Dm] to [C] join the fun, a [Am] real Scotch of money.
[C] We marched up to [F] [C] Argyle Street, what wishty stout [Am] and rum.
And the songs we sang [F] were [C] sweet, strum and break, and here we come.
Well, a welcome rare we soon got there, it was a glorious spread.
Bill Thompson cried, get that in sight, I see your need and bed.
So when we'd [G] had a [C] fight enough, and feeling in [Am] good trim.
[C] Bill said, come on, I'm far the drum, so we [F] went along [C] with him.
Now many's the hoolie we've been at, at home across the sea.
And at New Year with stout and beer, we'd go upon [Am] the spree.
[C] But the Scots, they don't just make whoopee, a drink with mum [Am] and dad.
On the thirty-first of December, boys, they all go raving mad.
Forgive me, friends, for being rude, I'm not, you will agree.
The Irish too are a crazy crew, just look [Am] above and see.
[C] But a Scotsman seeing the New Year in, is a sight for gods [Am] and men.
[C] And it takes an Irish paddy boys to be equal to him then.
For the Scotsmen [F] have their [C] whistle, and the Welshmen have their league.
The English [F] have their [C] rosemary boys, and [Am] lots of blaming sheep.
[C] The Irish [F] have their [C] shamrock and they hold it [Am] very dear.
[C] But you'll find it [F] with a fresher, [C] in no glass for a New Year.
[G]
Oh, [C] come all ye true-born Glasgow boys, and listen to my song.
I'm going to [F] speak of [C] harmony, it won't [Am] detain you long.
[C]
I've made this [F] little tune [C] for you, I've played it [Am] on my whistle.
[C] And I think the name I'll give to it, the shamrock and the thistle.
Well, aboard the Royal Alastair Man, we had a dram or two.
When daylight broke, [F] we all awoke [Am] and saw the Brummie Law.
[C] The journey o'er we went ashore, our friends all [Am] raised a cheer.
[C] And soon the word [G] was [C] going round, the Irishmen are here.
We were not rash, [F] we [C] wore no sash, we sang no party thee.
For we had come [Dm] to [C] join the fun, a [Am] real Scotch of money.
[C] We marched up to [F] [C] Argyle Street, what wishty stout [Am] and rum.
And the songs we sang [F] were [C] sweet, strum and break, and here we come.
Well, a welcome rare we soon got there, it was a glorious spread.
Bill Thompson cried, get that in sight, I see your need and bed.
So when we'd [G] had a [C] fight enough, and feeling in [Am] good trim.
[C] Bill said, come on, I'm far the drum, so we [F] went along [C] with him.
Now many's the hoolie we've been at, at home across the sea.
And at New Year with stout and beer, we'd go upon [Am] the spree.
[C] But the Scots, they don't just make whoopee, a drink with mum [Am] and dad.
On the thirty-first of December, boys, they all go raving mad.
Forgive me, friends, for being rude, I'm not, you will agree.
The Irish too are a crazy crew, just look [Am] above and see.
[C] But a Scotsman seeing the New Year in, is a sight for gods [Am] and men.
[C] And it takes an Irish paddy boys to be equal to him then.
For the Scotsmen [F] have their [C] whistle, and the Welshmen have their league.
The English [F] have their [C] rosemary boys, and [Am] lots of blaming sheep.
[C] The Irish [F] have their [C] shamrock and they hold it [Am] very dear.
[C] But you'll find it [F] with a fresher, [C] in no glass for a New Year.
[G]
Key:
C
Am
F
G
Dm
C
Am
F
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, [C] come all ye true-born Glasgow boys, and listen to my song.
I'm going to [F] speak of [C] harmony, it won't [Am] detain you long.
[C]
I've made this [F] little tune [C] for you, I've played it [Am] on my whistle.
[C] And I think the name I'll give to it, the shamrock and the thistle.
Well, aboard the Royal Alastair Man, we had a dram or two. _
When daylight broke, [F] we all awoke [Am] and saw the Brummie Law.
[C] The journey o'er we went ashore, our friends all [Am] raised a cheer.
[C] And soon the word [G] was [C] going round, the _ Irishmen are here.
We were not rash, [F] we [C] wore no sash, we sang no party thee.
For we had come [Dm] to [C] join the fun, a [Am] real Scotch of money.
_ [C] We marched up to [F] [C] Argyle Street, what wishty stout [Am] and rum.
_ And the songs we sang [F] were [C] sweet, strum and break, and here we come.
Well, a welcome rare we soon got there, it was a glorious spread.
Bill Thompson cried, get that in sight, I see your need and bed.
So when we'd [G] had a [C] fight enough, and feeling in [Am] good trim.
_ [C] Bill said, come on, I'm far the drum, so we [F] went along [C] with him.
Now many's the hoolie we've been at, at home across the sea.
And at New Year with stout and beer, we'd go upon [Am] the spree.
[C] But the Scots, they don't just make whoopee, a drink with mum [Am] and dad.
On the thirty-first of December, boys, they all go raving mad.
_ Forgive me, friends, for being rude, I'm not, you will agree.
The Irish too are a crazy crew, just look [Am] above and see.
[C] But a Scotsman seeing the New Year in, is a sight for gods [Am] and men.
[C] And it takes an Irish paddy boys to be equal to him then.
For the Scotsmen [F] have their [C] whistle, and the Welshmen have their league.
The English [F] have their [C] rosemary boys, and [Am] lots of blaming sheep.
[C] The Irish [F] have their [C] shamrock and they hold it [Am] very dear.
[C] But you'll find it [F] with a fresher, [C] in no glass for a New Year.
_ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, [C] come all ye true-born Glasgow boys, and listen to my song.
I'm going to [F] speak of [C] harmony, it won't [Am] detain you long.
[C]
I've made this [F] little tune [C] for you, I've played it [Am] on my whistle.
[C] And I think the name I'll give to it, the shamrock and the thistle.
Well, aboard the Royal Alastair Man, we had a dram or two. _
When daylight broke, [F] we all awoke [Am] and saw the Brummie Law.
[C] The journey o'er we went ashore, our friends all [Am] raised a cheer.
[C] And soon the word [G] was [C] going round, the _ Irishmen are here.
We were not rash, [F] we [C] wore no sash, we sang no party thee.
For we had come [Dm] to [C] join the fun, a [Am] real Scotch of money.
_ [C] We marched up to [F] [C] Argyle Street, what wishty stout [Am] and rum.
_ And the songs we sang [F] were [C] sweet, strum and break, and here we come.
Well, a welcome rare we soon got there, it was a glorious spread.
Bill Thompson cried, get that in sight, I see your need and bed.
So when we'd [G] had a [C] fight enough, and feeling in [Am] good trim.
_ [C] Bill said, come on, I'm far the drum, so we [F] went along [C] with him.
Now many's the hoolie we've been at, at home across the sea.
And at New Year with stout and beer, we'd go upon [Am] the spree.
[C] But the Scots, they don't just make whoopee, a drink with mum [Am] and dad.
On the thirty-first of December, boys, they all go raving mad.
_ Forgive me, friends, for being rude, I'm not, you will agree.
The Irish too are a crazy crew, just look [Am] above and see.
[C] But a Scotsman seeing the New Year in, is a sight for gods [Am] and men.
[C] And it takes an Irish paddy boys to be equal to him then.
For the Scotsmen [F] have their [C] whistle, and the Welshmen have their league.
The English [F] have their [C] rosemary boys, and [Am] lots of blaming sheep.
[C] The Irish [F] have their [C] shamrock and they hold it [Am] very dear.
[C] But you'll find it [F] with a fresher, [C] in no glass for a New Year.
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _