Chords for Tommy Fleming - Bantry Girls Lament INEC
Tempo:
107.85 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil calls,
And whom I flock now, And keep the neatly shore,
The stout that's in the haggard, Unthrashed it may be,
Since Johnny went a-thrashing The dirty King of Spain.
O'er the girls from the Bono, [G] In sorrow may [D]
retire,
And the piper and his [G] bellows Go home [D] and glow in the fire,
Since Johnny, [C] lovely Johnny, [G] Is sailing [D]
o'er the mare,
Along with other [G] patriots, To fight [D] the King of Spain.
[G]
And the boys will sorely miss him, When Money Ne'er [D] Comes Round,
[G] And they'll find that their old [C] captain, [G] He's nowhere to be found,
And Peters must [C] and I do, [G] Are against their will [D] and grain,
Since [G] the gallant boy who gave them work, Now he's the King of Spain.
O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D] calls,
[G] And whom I flock now, And keep the [Bm] [G] neatly shore,
If cruel fate will not [C] permit [G] Our Johnny to [D] return,
His heavy [G] loss, the bantry [C] girls, [G] Will never cease to mourn,
We'll resign ourselves [C] to our sad [G] loss, And die in [D] grief and pain,
[G] Since Johnny died for [C] Ireland's pride, In [Em] the foreign [D] lands [G] of Spain.
O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D]
calls,
[G] And whom I flock now, And keep the neatly shore,
The stack that's in the haggard, Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
[G] Since Johnny went a-thrashing, [C] The [G] dirty [D] King [G] of Spain.
The stack that's in the haggard, Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
Since Johnny [G]
went a-fighting, To the foreign lands of Spain.
[D] [Eb]
[N]
And whom I flock now, And keep the neatly shore,
The stout that's in the haggard, Unthrashed it may be,
Since Johnny went a-thrashing The dirty King of Spain.
O'er the girls from the Bono, [G] In sorrow may [D]
retire,
And the piper and his [G] bellows Go home [D] and glow in the fire,
Since Johnny, [C] lovely Johnny, [G] Is sailing [D]
o'er the mare,
Along with other [G] patriots, To fight [D] the King of Spain.
[G]
And the boys will sorely miss him, When Money Ne'er [D] Comes Round,
[G] And they'll find that their old [C] captain, [G] He's nowhere to be found,
And Peters must [C] and I do, [G] Are against their will [D] and grain,
Since [G] the gallant boy who gave them work, Now he's the King of Spain.
O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D] calls,
[G] And whom I flock now, And keep the [Bm] [G] neatly shore,
If cruel fate will not [C] permit [G] Our Johnny to [D] return,
His heavy [G] loss, the bantry [C] girls, [G] Will never cease to mourn,
We'll resign ourselves [C] to our sad [G] loss, And die in [D] grief and pain,
[G] Since Johnny died for [C] Ireland's pride, In [Em] the foreign [D] lands [G] of Spain.
O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D]
calls,
[G] And whom I flock now, And keep the neatly shore,
The stack that's in the haggard, Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
[G] Since Johnny went a-thrashing, [C] The [G] dirty [D] King [G] of Spain.
The stack that's in the haggard, Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
Since Johnny [G]
went a-fighting, To the foreign lands of Spain.
[D] [Eb]
[N]
Key:
G
D
C
Bm
Em
G
D
C
_ _ _ O'er whom the plough feels now, _ O'er whom the soil calls, _
_ _ And whom I flock now, _ _ And keep the neatly shore,
_ The stout that's in the haggard, _ _ _ Unthrashed it may be, _ _
_ Since Johnny went a-thrashing _ The _ _ dirty King of Spain. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ O'er the girls from the Bono, _ [G] In sorrow may [D] _
retire,
And the piper and his [G] bellows Go home [D] and glow in the fire,
_ Since Johnny, _ [C] lovely Johnny, [G] _ Is sailing [D]
o'er the mare,
_ _ Along with other _ [G] _ patriots, To fight [D] the King of Spain.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
And the boys will sorely miss him, When Money Ne'er [D] Comes Round,
[G] And they'll find that their old [C] captain, [G] He's nowhere to be found,
And _ Peters must [C] and I do, [G] _ Are against their will [D] and grain,
Since [G] the gallant boy who gave them work, Now he's the King of Spain.
_ O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D] calls,
_ [G] And whom I flock now, And keep the [Bm] [G] neatly shore,
_ _ _ _ _ If cruel fate will not [C] permit [G] Our Johnny to _ [D] return,
_ His heavy [G] loss, the bantry [C] girls, [G] Will never cease to mourn,
_ We'll resign ourselves [C] to our sad [G] loss, And die in [D] grief and pain,
_ [G] Since Johnny died for [C] Ireland's pride, In [Em] the foreign [D] lands [G] of Spain. _ _ _
_ _ O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D]
calls,
_ [G] And whom I flock now, And keep the neatly shore,
The stack that's in the haggard, _ _ Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
_ [G] Since Johnny went a-thrashing, [C] The [G] dirty [D] King [G] of Spain.
_ _ The stack that's in the _ haggard, _ Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
Since Johnny [G]
went a-fighting, To the foreign _ lands of Spain. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ And whom I flock now, _ _ And keep the neatly shore,
_ The stout that's in the haggard, _ _ _ Unthrashed it may be, _ _
_ Since Johnny went a-thrashing _ The _ _ dirty King of Spain. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ O'er the girls from the Bono, _ [G] In sorrow may [D] _
retire,
And the piper and his [G] bellows Go home [D] and glow in the fire,
_ Since Johnny, _ [C] lovely Johnny, [G] _ Is sailing [D]
o'er the mare,
_ _ Along with other _ [G] _ patriots, To fight [D] the King of Spain.
_ _ _ _ [G] _
And the boys will sorely miss him, When Money Ne'er [D] Comes Round,
[G] And they'll find that their old [C] captain, [G] He's nowhere to be found,
And _ Peters must [C] and I do, [G] _ Are against their will [D] and grain,
Since [G] the gallant boy who gave them work, Now he's the King of Spain.
_ O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D] calls,
_ [G] And whom I flock now, And keep the [Bm] [G] neatly shore,
_ _ _ _ _ If cruel fate will not [C] permit [G] Our Johnny to _ [D] return,
_ His heavy [G] loss, the bantry [C] girls, [G] Will never cease to mourn,
_ We'll resign ourselves [C] to our sad [G] loss, And die in [D] grief and pain,
_ [G] Since Johnny died for [C] Ireland's pride, In [Em] the foreign [D] lands [G] of Spain. _ _ _
_ _ O'er whom the plough feels now, O'er whom the soil [D]
calls,
_ [G] And whom I flock now, And keep the neatly shore,
The stack that's in the haggard, _ _ Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
_ [G] Since Johnny went a-thrashing, [C] The [G] dirty [D] King [G] of Spain.
_ _ The stack that's in the _ haggard, _ Unthrashed it may [D] remain,
Since Johnny [G]
went a-fighting, To the foreign _ lands of Spain. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _