Chords for ~ PETER,PAUL AND MARY ~ The Rising Of The Moon~
Tempo:
143.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
C#m
A
C#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D#] Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [F#m] tell me why you [C#m] hurry so.
[F#m] Hush, [A] my boy, now hush [C#m] and listen, [F#m] and his eyes [C#] were all.
[F#m]
[E] [F#m]
I bear orders [C#m] from [F#m] the captain,
[A] get thee ready
[F#m] quick and soon,
[D] for the [Bm] pikes [C#m] must be [F#m] together at [C#] the rising of [F#m]
noon.
[C#m] Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [F#m] where the [C#m] gathering is to be.
[F#m] In the [A] old spot by the river, [C#] right well [C#m] known [F#m] to you and me.
One word [C#] [C#m] more, a signal token, [A] whistle of [F#m] the marching [D] tune,
[Bm] with your pike [C#m] upon [F#m] your shoulder, at [C#] the rising of [C#m]
[F#m]
noon.
There beside the singing river, that [Bm] [C#m] dark mass [F#m] of men [C#m] were seen.
[F#m] [A] Far above their shining [C#m]
weapons, hung [F#m] their own [C#m] immortal [F#m]
reeds.
[D]
[Bm] Death to every [C#m]
[F#m] foe and traitor, [A]
forward [F#m] strike the marching [D] tune.
And [Bm] hurrah, [C#m] my [F#m] lips for freedom, till [C#] the rising hour.
[F#m]
[E]
[F#m] How well they [C#m] fought for poor old [F#] Ireland, and [C#m] full bitter [F#m] was [C#m] their fate.
[F#m] Oh, what [A] glorious pride and sorrow, till [C#] the name of [F#m] ninety -eight.
[D] [Bm] Yet, thank God, [C#m] while our [F#m] beating, [A] each man bears [F#m] a burning wound.
[D] [Bm] We will follow [C#m] in [F#m] their footsteps, at [C#] the rising [F#m] of the moon.
[F#m] Hush, [A] my boy, now hush [C#m] and listen, [F#m] and his eyes [C#] were all.
[F#m]
[E] [F#m]
I bear orders [C#m] from [F#m] the captain,
[A] get thee ready
[F#m] quick and soon,
[D] for the [Bm] pikes [C#m] must be [F#m] together at [C#] the rising of [F#m]
noon.
[C#m] Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [F#m] where the [C#m] gathering is to be.
[F#m] In the [A] old spot by the river, [C#] right well [C#m] known [F#m] to you and me.
One word [C#] [C#m] more, a signal token, [A] whistle of [F#m] the marching [D] tune,
[Bm] with your pike [C#m] upon [F#m] your shoulder, at [C#] the rising of [C#m]
[F#m]
noon.
There beside the singing river, that [Bm] [C#m] dark mass [F#m] of men [C#m] were seen.
[F#m] [A] Far above their shining [C#m]
weapons, hung [F#m] their own [C#m] immortal [F#m]
reeds.
[D]
[Bm] Death to every [C#m]
[F#m] foe and traitor, [A]
forward [F#m] strike the marching [D] tune.
And [Bm] hurrah, [C#m] my [F#m] lips for freedom, till [C#] the rising hour.
[F#m]
[E]
[F#m] How well they [C#m] fought for poor old [F#] Ireland, and [C#m] full bitter [F#m] was [C#m] their fate.
[F#m] Oh, what [A] glorious pride and sorrow, till [C#] the name of [F#m] ninety -eight.
[D] [Bm] Yet, thank God, [C#m] while our [F#m] beating, [A] each man bears [F#m] a burning wound.
[D] [Bm] We will follow [C#m] in [F#m] their footsteps, at [C#] the rising [F#m] of the moon.
Key:
F#m
C#m
A
C#
Bm
F#m
C#m
A
[D#] _ _ Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, _ [F#m] _ _ tell me why you [C#m] hurry so.
_ _ [F#m] Hush, [A] my boy, now hush [C#m] and listen, _ _ [F#m] and his eyes [C#] were all. _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ I bear _ orders [C#m] _ from [F#m] the captain, _
[A] _ _ get thee ready _ _
[F#m] quick and soon, _ _ _
[D] _ _ for the [Bm] _ _ pikes [C#m] must be _ _ [F#m] together at _ _ _ [C#] the rising _ _ _ of [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ noon.
[C#m] Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [F#m] _ where the [C#m] gathering is to be.
[F#m] _ _ In the [A] old spot by the river, [C#] _ right well [C#m] known [F#m] to you and me.
_ _ _ One word _ _ [C#] [C#m] more, a signal token, _ [A] _ _ whistle _ _ of [F#m] the marching _ _ _ _ [D] tune,
_ [Bm] with your pike _ [C#m] upon _ [F#m] your shoulder, _ _ _ at [C#] the _ rising _ of [C#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ noon.
There _ beside the singing _ _ river, _ _ that [Bm] [C#m] dark _ mass [F#m] of men [C#m] were _ seen.
[F#m] _ _ _ [A] Far above _ their _ shining [C#m] _ _ _
weapons, _ hung [F#m] their _ own _ [C#m] immortal _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ reeds.
[D] _ _
[Bm] Death to _ every [C#m] _ _ _
[F#m] foe and traitor, [A] _ _ _
_ forward _ [F#m] strike the marching _ _ _ _ _ [D] tune. _
And [Bm] _ hurrah, [C#m] my _ _ [F#m] lips for _ freedom, _ _ _ till [C#] the rising _ _ _ hour.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ How well they [C#m] fought for poor old [F#] Ireland, and [C#m] full bitter _ _ [F#m] was _ [C#m] their fate.
_ [F#m] _ Oh, what [A] glorious pride and sorrow, _ till [C#] the name of _ [F#m] ninety _ _ -eight. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Bm] Yet, thank _ God, [C#m] while _ our [F#m] _ beating, _ [A] _ _ _ each man _ bears [F#m] a burning _ _ wound.
_ [D] _ _ [Bm] We will _ follow [C#m] _ _ _ in [F#m] their footsteps, _ _ _ at [C#] the _ rising _ _ _ [F#m] of the moon. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#m] Hush, [A] my boy, now hush [C#m] and listen, _ _ [F#m] and his eyes [C#] were all. _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ I bear _ orders [C#m] _ from [F#m] the captain, _
[A] _ _ get thee ready _ _
[F#m] quick and soon, _ _ _
[D] _ _ for the [Bm] _ _ pikes [C#m] must be _ _ [F#m] together at _ _ _ [C#] the rising _ _ _ of [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ noon.
[C#m] Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [F#m] _ where the [C#m] gathering is to be.
[F#m] _ _ In the [A] old spot by the river, [C#] _ right well [C#m] known [F#m] to you and me.
_ _ _ One word _ _ [C#] [C#m] more, a signal token, _ [A] _ _ whistle _ _ of [F#m] the marching _ _ _ _ [D] tune,
_ [Bm] with your pike _ [C#m] upon _ [F#m] your shoulder, _ _ _ at [C#] the _ rising _ of [C#m] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ noon.
There _ beside the singing _ _ river, _ _ that [Bm] [C#m] dark _ mass [F#m] of men [C#m] were _ seen.
[F#m] _ _ _ [A] Far above _ their _ shining [C#m] _ _ _
weapons, _ hung [F#m] their _ own _ [C#m] immortal _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ reeds.
[D] _ _
[Bm] Death to _ every [C#m] _ _ _
[F#m] foe and traitor, [A] _ _ _
_ forward _ [F#m] strike the marching _ _ _ _ _ [D] tune. _
And [Bm] _ hurrah, [C#m] my _ _ [F#m] lips for _ freedom, _ _ _ till [C#] the rising _ _ _ hour.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ How well they [C#m] fought for poor old [F#] Ireland, and [C#m] full bitter _ _ [F#m] was _ [C#m] their fate.
_ [F#m] _ Oh, what [A] glorious pride and sorrow, _ till [C#] the name of _ [F#m] ninety _ _ -eight. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Bm] Yet, thank _ God, [C#m] while _ our [F#m] _ beating, _ [A] _ _ _ each man _ bears [F#m] a burning _ _ wound.
_ [D] _ _ [Bm] We will _ follow [C#m] _ _ _ in [F#m] their footsteps, _ _ _ at [C#] the _ rising _ _ _ [F#m] of the moon. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _