Chords for The Song of Roland - Michael Kelly - (Rosalind Jehanne cover)
Tempo:
110.8 bpm
Chords used:
C#
B
E
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] The [E] fairest flower of [C#m] chivalry to bloom in [B] all the land, [C#] And the [E] noblest of [B] all the knights of [C#] Charlemagne,
Was [G#m] [E] Woull and [B] Rollin, King Charles's [C#] sister's son.
Renowned [E] through all the [F#] Frankish lands, battles [C#] you have won,
In council [G#m] here you can [C#] align, make plea [B] to go to war, [C#] To aid [E] the rebel [B] Saracens, and [C#] insurrect the lords.
[B] Woull [E] and [B]
Rollin, you [C#] call this a plenny well made, But [B] nonetheless [E] to [F#] Charlemagne, a [C#] greed is in the maid.
A [G#m] gathering [E] request [C#] for you, the [C#m] post [B] most [C#m] perilous, And [E] willingly do you [B] accept [C#] dishonored deems you must.
[F#] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, the [C#] rearguard you command, [E] Your loyal [F#] Oliver, fight [C#] at your right hand.
At [B] the Vale of [C#] Brunxville, your doom [B] is now a [C#m] nigh, For the [E] Saracens you hold [B] the path, will not let [C#m] you by.
Woull and [B] Rollin, you know [C#] now your trade, But in [E] your heart is courage, [F#] and your voice [C#] is not dismayed.
Face [E] you now in battle, [C#] take your swords [B] and raise them high, [C#] With [E] honour we have lived [B] our lives, honour we [C#] shall die.
[G#m] Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your mighty horn, And [E] try to call the men [F#] that left Redout [C#m] just yestermore.
The king [E] has heard you from [C#] afar, but [B] Ganelon says nay, [C#m] It's only [E] a [B] young Rollin hunting [C#] on this day.
[G#m] Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your horn again, [G#] Meanwhile [E] the battle rages [F#] in the valley [C#] and the glen.
[C#m] Again the [E] king has heard [C#m] you call, again the [B] traitor lies, [C#m] A nun will [E] come to aid you [B] for peril [C#m] he [G#m] [C#] denies.
[B] Woull and [C#m] [B] Rollin, sound [C#m] your final blast, As [G#m] one by [E] one your men [F#] at arms, like fighting [C#] in the past.
At [G#m] last of all is Oliver, [C#] by Sard's men [B] overthrown, [C#] And [B] you of [E] all the [B] Frankish knights stand [C#] [G#m] alone.
Woull [C#m] and [B] Rollin, though black the day [C#] you died, Your foemen [E] ringed about [F#] you, and your sword beneath [C#] your sight.
They [G#m] find you [E] on a [C#] hilltop, with your face [B] turned to the [G#m] foe, And never [E] has their [B] dean of dates such [C#] great loathe.
[G#m] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, your name will [C#] live in song, Whenever [E] brave men take up [F#] arms to pray to [C#] grieve strong.
The [G#m] fairest [E] flower of [C#] chivalry, the blooming [B] novel man, And [C#] the noblest [E] of [B] all the knights, [C#m] Charlemagne.
Woull and [B] Rollin, the rearguard [C#] you command, Your [E] loyal [F#] Oliver, [C#] fight at your right hand.
[B] At the Vale of [C#m] Ronsavo, your doom is [B] now a nigh, [C#] For [E] Viserys, you [B] hold the path, will not [C#m] let you
Was [G#m] [E] Woull and [B] Rollin, King Charles's [C#] sister's son.
Renowned [E] through all the [F#] Frankish lands, battles [C#] you have won,
In council [G#m] here you can [C#] align, make plea [B] to go to war, [C#] To aid [E] the rebel [B] Saracens, and [C#] insurrect the lords.
[B] Woull [E] and [B]
Rollin, you [C#] call this a plenny well made, But [B] nonetheless [E] to [F#] Charlemagne, a [C#] greed is in the maid.
A [G#m] gathering [E] request [C#] for you, the [C#m] post [B] most [C#m] perilous, And [E] willingly do you [B] accept [C#] dishonored deems you must.
[F#] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, the [C#] rearguard you command, [E] Your loyal [F#] Oliver, fight [C#] at your right hand.
At [B] the Vale of [C#] Brunxville, your doom [B] is now a [C#m] nigh, For the [E] Saracens you hold [B] the path, will not let [C#m] you by.
Woull and [B] Rollin, you know [C#] now your trade, But in [E] your heart is courage, [F#] and your voice [C#] is not dismayed.
Face [E] you now in battle, [C#] take your swords [B] and raise them high, [C#] With [E] honour we have lived [B] our lives, honour we [C#] shall die.
[G#m] Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your mighty horn, And [E] try to call the men [F#] that left Redout [C#m] just yestermore.
The king [E] has heard you from [C#] afar, but [B] Ganelon says nay, [C#m] It's only [E] a [B] young Rollin hunting [C#] on this day.
[G#m] Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your horn again, [G#] Meanwhile [E] the battle rages [F#] in the valley [C#] and the glen.
[C#m] Again the [E] king has heard [C#m] you call, again the [B] traitor lies, [C#m] A nun will [E] come to aid you [B] for peril [C#m] he [G#m] [C#] denies.
[B] Woull and [C#m] [B] Rollin, sound [C#m] your final blast, As [G#m] one by [E] one your men [F#] at arms, like fighting [C#] in the past.
At [G#m] last of all is Oliver, [C#] by Sard's men [B] overthrown, [C#] And [B] you of [E] all the [B] Frankish knights stand [C#] [G#m] alone.
Woull [C#m] and [B] Rollin, though black the day [C#] you died, Your foemen [E] ringed about [F#] you, and your sword beneath [C#] your sight.
They [G#m] find you [E] on a [C#] hilltop, with your face [B] turned to the [G#m] foe, And never [E] has their [B] dean of dates such [C#] great loathe.
[G#m] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, your name will [C#] live in song, Whenever [E] brave men take up [F#] arms to pray to [C#] grieve strong.
The [G#m] fairest [E] flower of [C#] chivalry, the blooming [B] novel man, And [C#] the noblest [E] of [B] all the knights, [C#m] Charlemagne.
Woull and [B] Rollin, the rearguard [C#] you command, Your [E] loyal [F#] Oliver, [C#] fight at your right hand.
[B] At the Vale of [C#m] Ronsavo, your doom is [B] now a nigh, [C#] For [E] Viserys, you [B] hold the path, will not [C#m] let you
Key:
C#
B
E
C#m
G#m
C#
B
E
[C#m] _ The [E] fairest flower of [C#m] chivalry to bloom in [B] all the land, [C#] And the [E] noblest of [B] all the knights of _ [C#] Charlemagne,
Was [G#m] [E] Woull and [B] Rollin, King Charles's [C#] sister's son.
Renowned [E] through all the [F#] Frankish lands, battles [C#] you have won,
In council [G#m] here you can [C#] align, make plea [B] to go to war, [C#] To aid [E] the rebel [B] Saracens, and [C#] insurrect the lords.
[B] Woull [E] and [B]
Rollin, you [C#] call this a plenny well made, But [B] nonetheless [E] to [F#] Charlemagne, a [C#] greed is in the maid.
A [G#m] gathering [E] request [C#] for you, the [C#m] post [B] most [C#m] perilous, And [E] willingly do you [B] accept [C#] dishonored deems you must.
[F#] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, the [C#] rearguard you command, _ [E] Your loyal [F#] Oliver, fight [C#] at your right hand.
At [B] the Vale of [C#] Brunxville, your doom [B] is now a [C#m] nigh, For the [E] Saracens you hold [B] the path, will not let [C#m] you by.
Woull and [B] Rollin, you know [C#] now your trade, But in [E] your heart is courage, [F#] and your voice [C#] is not _ dismayed.
Face [E] you now in battle, [C#] take your swords [B] and raise them high, [C#] With [E] honour we have lived [B] our lives, honour we [C#] shall die.
[G#m] Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your mighty horn, And [E] try to call the men [F#] that left Redout [C#m] just yestermore.
The king [E] has heard you from [C#] afar, but [B] Ganelon says nay, [C#m] It's only [E] a [B] young Rollin hunting [C#] on this day.
[G#m] _ Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your horn again, [G#] Meanwhile [E] the battle rages [F#] in the valley [C#] and the glen.
[C#m] Again the [E] king has heard [C#m] you call, again the [B] traitor lies, [C#m] A nun will [E] come to aid you [B] for peril [C#m] he [G#m] [C#] denies.
[B] Woull and [C#m] [B] Rollin, sound [C#m] your final blast, As [G#m] one by [E] one your men [F#] at arms, like fighting [C#] in the past.
At [G#m] last of all is Oliver, [C#] by Sard's men [B] overthrown, [C#] And [B] you of [E] all the [B] Frankish knights stand [C#] [G#m] alone.
Woull [C#m] and [B] Rollin, though black the day [C#] you died, Your foemen [E] ringed about [F#] you, and your sword beneath [C#] your sight.
They [G#m] find you [E] on a [C#] hilltop, with your face [B] turned to the [G#m] foe, And never [E] has their [B] dean of dates such [C#] great loathe.
[G#m] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, your name will [C#] live in song, Whenever [E] brave men take up [F#] arms to pray to [C#] grieve strong.
The [G#m] fairest [E] flower of [C#] chivalry, the blooming [B] novel man, And [C#] the noblest [E] of [B] all the knights, _ [C#m] _ Charlemagne. _ _
_ _ Woull and [B] Rollin, the rearguard [C#] you command, _ Your [E] loyal [F#] Oliver, [C#] fight at your right hand.
[B] At the Vale of [C#m] Ronsavo, your doom is [B] now a nigh, [C#] For [E] Viserys, you [B] hold the path, will not [C#m] let you
Was [G#m] [E] Woull and [B] Rollin, King Charles's [C#] sister's son.
Renowned [E] through all the [F#] Frankish lands, battles [C#] you have won,
In council [G#m] here you can [C#] align, make plea [B] to go to war, [C#] To aid [E] the rebel [B] Saracens, and [C#] insurrect the lords.
[B] Woull [E] and [B]
Rollin, you [C#] call this a plenny well made, But [B] nonetheless [E] to [F#] Charlemagne, a [C#] greed is in the maid.
A [G#m] gathering [E] request [C#] for you, the [C#m] post [B] most [C#m] perilous, And [E] willingly do you [B] accept [C#] dishonored deems you must.
[F#] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, the [C#] rearguard you command, _ [E] Your loyal [F#] Oliver, fight [C#] at your right hand.
At [B] the Vale of [C#] Brunxville, your doom [B] is now a [C#m] nigh, For the [E] Saracens you hold [B] the path, will not let [C#m] you by.
Woull and [B] Rollin, you know [C#] now your trade, But in [E] your heart is courage, [F#] and your voice [C#] is not _ dismayed.
Face [E] you now in battle, [C#] take your swords [B] and raise them high, [C#] With [E] honour we have lived [B] our lives, honour we [C#] shall die.
[G#m] Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your mighty horn, And [E] try to call the men [F#] that left Redout [C#m] just yestermore.
The king [E] has heard you from [C#] afar, but [B] Ganelon says nay, [C#m] It's only [E] a [B] young Rollin hunting [C#] on this day.
[G#m] _ Woull and [B] Rollin, sound [C#] your horn again, [G#] Meanwhile [E] the battle rages [F#] in the valley [C#] and the glen.
[C#m] Again the [E] king has heard [C#m] you call, again the [B] traitor lies, [C#m] A nun will [E] come to aid you [B] for peril [C#m] he [G#m] [C#] denies.
[B] Woull and [C#m] [B] Rollin, sound [C#m] your final blast, As [G#m] one by [E] one your men [F#] at arms, like fighting [C#] in the past.
At [G#m] last of all is Oliver, [C#] by Sard's men [B] overthrown, [C#] And [B] you of [E] all the [B] Frankish knights stand [C#] [G#m] alone.
Woull [C#m] and [B] Rollin, though black the day [C#] you died, Your foemen [E] ringed about [F#] you, and your sword beneath [C#] your sight.
They [G#m] find you [E] on a [C#] hilltop, with your face [B] turned to the [G#m] foe, And never [E] has their [B] dean of dates such [C#] great loathe.
[G#m] Woull [E] and [B] Rollin, your name will [C#] live in song, Whenever [E] brave men take up [F#] arms to pray to [C#] grieve strong.
The [G#m] fairest [E] flower of [C#] chivalry, the blooming [B] novel man, And [C#] the noblest [E] of [B] all the knights, _ [C#m] _ Charlemagne. _ _
_ _ Woull and [B] Rollin, the rearguard [C#] you command, _ Your [E] loyal [F#] Oliver, [C#] fight at your right hand.
[B] At the Vale of [C#m] Ronsavo, your doom is [B] now a nigh, [C#] For [E] Viserys, you [B] hold the path, will not [C#m] let you