The Spanish Lady - The Dubliners | Live at Vicar Street: The Dublin Experience (2006) Chords
Tempo:
88.9 bpm
Chords used:
A
F#m
E
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
[A] As I rode [F#m] out to Dublin City, the hour of twelve at [A] night,
You should have [F#m] seen what a Spanish lady,
[B] Watching her feet by candlelight.
[A] First she watched them, then she dried them,
Over a fire of [E] ambrimol.
[A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
[B] A mate so sweet about the soul.
[F#m] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [Bm]-la-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
[F#m]
[A] [E]
[A] I stopped to look [F#m] upon the watchman's band,
To see [A] young fellows who do [E] here do there.
[A] What will you now?
[F#m] And I will rustle [F#] you,
Straightway through the breadwine [A] gate.
Overlooked at the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire, [E]
and [A] in all my life [F#m] I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for the tuba [F#m]-doodle-doo-da-la-dee, Whack for [Bm] the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
[F#m]
[E] [A] As I rode [F#m] back to Dublin City, [A] just [Bm] before the dawn was [A] o'er,
You should have [F#m] seen what the Spanish lady,
When I was [Bm] weary and foot [A] sore.
I got to look from the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire of [E] amber-y gold.
[A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so [Bm] sweet about the [A] soul.
Whack for the [F#m] tuba-doodle-doo-da-la [Bm]-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da-lay.
[A] [F#m] [A] [E]
[A] I wandered north [F#m] and I walked south,
To Stoney, Butler [Bm] and Patrick's [A] Close.
Up and around [F#m] the Gloucester diamond,
[D] And back by Nambour [E] Candy's house.
[A] Old age has placed her hand upon me,
For the sweet of [E] ashy gold.
[A] In all [F#m] my life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for [F#m] the tuba-doodle [A] [Bm]
[A] [F#m] [B] -doo-da [A] [F#m] -la-dee, [B] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
[F#m] [D] [Bm] [E] [N]
[A] As I rode [F#m] out to Dublin City, the hour of twelve at [A] night,
You should have [F#m] seen what a Spanish lady,
[B] Watching her feet by candlelight.
[A] First she watched them, then she dried them,
Over a fire of [E] ambrimol.
[A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
[B] A mate so sweet about the soul.
[F#m] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [Bm]-la-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
[F#m]
[A] [E]
[A] I stopped to look [F#m] upon the watchman's band,
To see [A] young fellows who do [E] here do there.
[A] What will you now?
[F#m] And I will rustle [F#] you,
Straightway through the breadwine [A] gate.
Overlooked at the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire, [E]
and [A] in all my life [F#m] I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for the tuba [F#m]-doodle-doo-da-la-dee, Whack for [Bm] the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
[F#m]
[E] [A] As I rode [F#m] back to Dublin City, [A] just [Bm] before the dawn was [A] o'er,
You should have [F#m] seen what the Spanish lady,
When I was [Bm] weary and foot [A] sore.
I got to look from the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire of [E] amber-y gold.
[A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so [Bm] sweet about the [A] soul.
Whack for the [F#m] tuba-doodle-doo-da-la [Bm]-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da-lay.
[A] [F#m] [A] [E]
[A] I wandered north [F#m] and I walked south,
To Stoney, Butler [Bm] and Patrick's [A] Close.
Up and around [F#m] the Gloucester diamond,
[D] And back by Nambour [E] Candy's house.
[A] Old age has placed her hand upon me,
For the sweet of [E] ashy gold.
[A] In all [F#m] my life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for [F#m] the tuba-doodle [A] [Bm]
[A] [F#m] [B] -doo-da [A] [F#m] -la-dee, [B] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
[F#m] [D] [Bm] [E] [N]
Key:
A
F#m
E
Bm
B
A
F#m
E
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] As I rode [F#m] out to Dublin City, the hour of twelve at [A] night,
You should have [F#m] seen what a Spanish lady,
[B] Watching her feet by candlelight.
[A] First she watched them, then she dried them,
Over a fire of [E] ambrimol.
_ _ [A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
[B] A mate so sweet about the soul.
[F#m] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [Bm]-la-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
_ [F#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] I stopped to look [F#m] upon the watchman's band,
To see [A] young fellows who do [E] here do there.
[A] What will you now?
[F#m] And I will rustle [F#] you,
Straightway through the breadwine [A] gate.
Overlooked at the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire, [E] _
_ and [A] in all my life [F#m] I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for the tuba [F#m]-doodle-doo-da-la-dee, Whack for [Bm] the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] As I rode [F#m] back to Dublin City, [A] just [Bm] before the dawn was [A] o'er,
You should have [F#m] seen what the Spanish lady,
When I was [Bm] weary and foot [A] sore.
I got to look from the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire of [E] amber-y gold.
[A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so [Bm] sweet about the [A] soul.
Whack for the [F#m] tuba-doodle-doo-da-la [Bm]-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da-lay.
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] I wandered north [F#m] and I walked south,
To Stoney, Butler [Bm] and Patrick's [A] Close.
Up and around [F#m] the Gloucester diamond,
[D] And back by Nambour [E] Candy's house.
_ [A] Old age has placed her hand upon me,
For the sweet of [E] ashy gold. _
[A] In all [F#m] my life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for [F#m] the tuba-doodle _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ -doo-da [A] _ _ [F#m] _ -la-dee, [B] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
_ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] As I rode [F#m] out to Dublin City, the hour of twelve at [A] night,
You should have [F#m] seen what a Spanish lady,
[B] Watching her feet by candlelight.
[A] First she watched them, then she dried them,
Over a fire of [E] ambrimol.
_ _ [A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
[B] A mate so sweet about the soul.
[F#m] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [Bm]-la-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
_ [F#m] _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
[A] I stopped to look [F#m] upon the watchman's band,
To see [A] young fellows who do [E] here do there.
[A] What will you now?
[F#m] And I will rustle [F#] you,
Straightway through the breadwine [A] gate.
Overlooked at the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire, [E] _
_ and [A] in all my life [F#m] I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for the tuba [F#m]-doodle-doo-da-la-dee, Whack for [Bm] the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [A] As I rode [F#m] back to Dublin City, [A] just [Bm] before the dawn was [A] o'er,
You should have [F#m] seen what the Spanish lady,
When I was [Bm] weary and foot [A] sore.
I got to look from the Spanish lady,
Hot to the fire of [E] amber-y gold.
[A] In all my [F#m] life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so [Bm] sweet about the [A] soul.
Whack for the [F#m] tuba-doodle-doo-da-la [Bm]-dee, Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da-lay.
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] I wandered north [F#m] and I walked south,
To Stoney, Butler [Bm] and Patrick's [A] Close.
Up and around [F#m] the Gloucester diamond,
[D] And back by Nambour [E] Candy's house.
_ [A] Old age has placed her hand upon me,
For the sweet of [E] ashy gold. _
[A] In all [F#m] my life I ne'er did see,
A [A] mate so sweet about the soul.
Whack for [F#m] the tuba-doodle _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ -doo-da [A] _ _ [F#m] _ -la-dee, [B] Whack for the tuba-doodle-doo-da [A]-lay.
_ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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