Chords for The Wolfe Tones The Merry Ploughboy
Tempo:
125.95 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Oh, I am a [A] merry ploughboy, [G] and I plough [A] the fields [D] all day,
[A] Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should [D] roam away.
For I'm tired of [A] this civilian life, [G] since the day [A] that I [D] was born,
[A] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'll be off tomorrow [D] morn.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
Oh, I leave aside [A] my pick and spade, [G] I [A] leave aside [D] my plough,
[A] And I leave aside my old grey mare, For no more I'll need [D] them now.
And I leave aside [A] my Mary, [G] she is the [A] girl I [D] do adore,
[A] And I wonder if she thinks of me when she hears the cannon [D] roar.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
And when the [A] war is over, [G] and [A] dear old [D] Ireland's free,
[A] I will take her to the church to wed,
And the rebel's wife [D] she'll be.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
[N]
Oh, I am a [A] merry ploughboy, [G] and I plough [A] the fields [D] all day,
[A] Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should [D] roam away.
For I'm tired of [A] this civilian life, [G] since the day [A] that I [D] was born,
[A] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'll be off tomorrow [D] morn.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
Oh, I leave aside [A] my pick and spade, [G] I [A] leave aside [D] my plough,
[A] And I leave aside my old grey mare, For no more I'll need [D] them now.
And I leave aside [A] my Mary, [G] she is the [A] girl I [D] do adore,
[A] And I wonder if she thinks of me when she hears the cannon [D] roar.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
And when the [A] war is over, [G] and [A] dear old [D] Ireland's free,
[A] I will take her to the church to wed,
And the rebel's wife [D] she'll be.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
[N]
Key:
A
D
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A
D
G
A
D
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Oh, I am a [A] merry ploughboy, [G] and I plough [A] the fields [D] all day,
[A] Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should [D] roam away. _
For I'm tired of [A] this civilian life, [G] since the day [A] that I [D] was born,
[A] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'll be off tomorrow [D] _ morn.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
Oh, I leave aside [A] my pick and spade, [G] I [A] leave aside [D] my plough,
[A] And I leave aside my old grey mare, For no more I'll need [D] them now.
And I leave aside [A] my Mary, [G] she is the [A] girl I [D] do adore, _
[A] And I wonder if she thinks of me when she hears the cannon [D] _ roar.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
_ And when the [A] war is over, _ [G] and [A] dear old [D] Ireland's free, _
[A] I will take her to the church to wed,
And the rebel's wife [D] she'll be.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Oh, I am a [A] merry ploughboy, [G] and I plough [A] the fields [D] all day,
[A] Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should [D] roam away. _
For I'm tired of [A] this civilian life, [G] since the day [A] that I [D] was born,
[A] And I'm off to join the IRA, and I'll be off tomorrow [D] _ morn.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
Oh, I leave aside [A] my pick and spade, [G] I [A] leave aside [D] my plough,
[A] And I leave aside my old grey mare, For no more I'll need [D] them now.
And I leave aside [A] my Mary, [G] she is the [A] girl I [D] do adore, _
[A] And I wonder if she thinks of me when she hears the cannon [D] _ roar.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
_ And when the [A] war is over, _ [G] and [A] dear old [D] Ireland's free, _
[A] I will take her to the church to wed,
And the rebel's wife [D] she'll be.
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
And we'll be off to Dublin [A] in the green, in the green,
[G] Where the [A] helmets glisten [D] in the sun,
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crush,
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _