Chords for Wearin' the Britches - Paul Brady 1977
Tempo:
109.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
Em
E
Bm
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Come all young men, where'er you be, And listen to me lamentation.
I could to the girl beyond compare, And I loved her with admiration.
At [Em] length and time she became my [D] wife, T'was not for [F#] beauty [Bm] but for riches,
[A] And all the time it causes strife, To see which [B] of us will [E] wear the britches.
[Em]
O Paddy Cane, it [Am] is me, name me height, It is [E] five foot eleven,
And me wife is nearly not so big, She only measures four foot seven.
The hedges I have all time [A] stripped, I've left them [F#] bare of [Bm] rods and switches.
[A] Her skin that's fair, sure I've turned black, But still [B] she's where she'll wear [E] me britches.
[Em]
Well I am a tailor too, me trade [E] I'd cut and note, I am quite handy,
But [G] you're all the money [F#] that I make, She lays it out in tay and [E] brandy.
Now [Em] sometimes I do shout and bawl, There's nothing [F#] going but [Bm] rogues and witches.
[A] Her head goes off times to the wall, But still she's where she'll wear [E] me britches.
One morning at the tay an egg's contented, Sitting by the fire,
Well she broke the tay pot on me legs, And left me lepping to retire.
[A] [Em] Now I do shout and bawl, As I [F#] go hopping on [Bm] me crutches,
[A] I wished I'd broke her collarbone, The day [B] I let her wear [E] me britches.
So come all young men, where'er you be, Don't marry a wife if she's enchanting.
For if you do, you'll be like me, With other men she'll go galancing.
[Em] Now my advice it is to [D] you, To marry for love and [Bm] work for riches,
[A] And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, That'll give you a [B] lace to wear your britches.
[A] [Bm] [A] [B]
I could to the girl beyond compare, And I loved her with admiration.
At [Em] length and time she became my [D] wife, T'was not for [F#] beauty [Bm] but for riches,
[A] And all the time it causes strife, To see which [B] of us will [E] wear the britches.
[Em]
O Paddy Cane, it [Am] is me, name me height, It is [E] five foot eleven,
And me wife is nearly not so big, She only measures four foot seven.
The hedges I have all time [A] stripped, I've left them [F#] bare of [Bm] rods and switches.
[A] Her skin that's fair, sure I've turned black, But still [B] she's where she'll wear [E] me britches.
[Em]
Well I am a tailor too, me trade [E] I'd cut and note, I am quite handy,
But [G] you're all the money [F#] that I make, She lays it out in tay and [E] brandy.
Now [Em] sometimes I do shout and bawl, There's nothing [F#] going but [Bm] rogues and witches.
[A] Her head goes off times to the wall, But still she's where she'll wear [E] me britches.
One morning at the tay an egg's contented, Sitting by the fire,
Well she broke the tay pot on me legs, And left me lepping to retire.
[A] [Em] Now I do shout and bawl, As I [F#] go hopping on [Bm] me crutches,
[A] I wished I'd broke her collarbone, The day [B] I let her wear [E] me britches.
So come all young men, where'er you be, Don't marry a wife if she's enchanting.
For if you do, you'll be like me, With other men she'll go galancing.
[Em] Now my advice it is to [D] you, To marry for love and [Bm] work for riches,
[A] And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, That'll give you a [B] lace to wear your britches.
[A] [Bm] [A] [B]
Key:
A
Em
E
Bm
F#
A
Em
E
_ Come all young men, where'er you be, And listen to me lamentation.
_ _ I could to the girl beyond compare, And I loved her with admiration. _ _
At [Em] length and time she became my [D] wife, T'was not for [F#] beauty [Bm] but for riches,
_ _ [A] And all the time it causes strife, To see which [B] of us will [E] wear the britches.
_ [Em] _
_ _ O Paddy Cane, it [Am] is me, name me height, It is [E] five foot eleven,
_ And me wife is nearly not so big, She only measures four foot seven. _
_ The hedges I have all time [A] stripped, I've left them [F#] bare of [Bm] rods and switches.
_ [A] Her skin that's fair, sure I've turned black, But still [B] she's where she'll wear [E] me britches.
_ [Em] _
_ _ Well I am a tailor too, me trade [E] I'd cut and note, I am quite handy,
But [G] you're all the money [F#] that I make, She lays it out in tay and [E] brandy.
Now [Em] sometimes I do shout and bawl, There's nothing [F#] going but [Bm] rogues and witches.
_ [A] Her head goes off times to the wall, But still she's where she'll wear [E] me britches. _ _
_ _ _ One morning at the tay an egg's contented, Sitting by the fire,
Well she broke the tay pot on me legs, And left me lepping to retire. _
[A] _ [Em] Now I do shout and bawl, As I [F#] go hopping on [Bm] me crutches,
_ _ [A] I wished I'd broke her collarbone, The day [B] I let her wear [E] me britches. _
_ _ _ So come all young men, where'er you be, Don't marry a wife if she's enchanting. _ _
For if you do, you'll be like me, With other men she'll go galancing.
_ _ [Em] Now my advice it is to [D] you, To marry for love and [Bm] work for riches,
_ [A] And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, That'll give you a [B] lace to wear your britches.
[A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ I could to the girl beyond compare, And I loved her with admiration. _ _
At [Em] length and time she became my [D] wife, T'was not for [F#] beauty [Bm] but for riches,
_ _ [A] And all the time it causes strife, To see which [B] of us will [E] wear the britches.
_ [Em] _
_ _ O Paddy Cane, it [Am] is me, name me height, It is [E] five foot eleven,
_ And me wife is nearly not so big, She only measures four foot seven. _
_ The hedges I have all time [A] stripped, I've left them [F#] bare of [Bm] rods and switches.
_ [A] Her skin that's fair, sure I've turned black, But still [B] she's where she'll wear [E] me britches.
_ [Em] _
_ _ Well I am a tailor too, me trade [E] I'd cut and note, I am quite handy,
But [G] you're all the money [F#] that I make, She lays it out in tay and [E] brandy.
Now [Em] sometimes I do shout and bawl, There's nothing [F#] going but [Bm] rogues and witches.
_ [A] Her head goes off times to the wall, But still she's where she'll wear [E] me britches. _ _
_ _ _ One morning at the tay an egg's contented, Sitting by the fire,
Well she broke the tay pot on me legs, And left me lepping to retire. _
[A] _ [Em] Now I do shout and bawl, As I [F#] go hopping on [Bm] me crutches,
_ _ [A] I wished I'd broke her collarbone, The day [B] I let her wear [E] me britches. _
_ _ _ So come all young men, where'er you be, Don't marry a wife if she's enchanting. _ _
For if you do, you'll be like me, With other men she'll go galancing.
_ _ [Em] Now my advice it is to [D] you, To marry for love and [Bm] work for riches,
_ [A] And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, That'll give you a [B] lace to wear your britches.
[A] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _