Clancy brothers and Tommy Makem - God bless England Chords
Tempo:
112.1 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
G#m
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Now the whole business of Irish nationalism can get very serious if you're not careful.
But there is a light side to it, fortunately.
As most of you know, for about 800 years, Ireland was under the loving and tender care of the British Empire.
And for this, needless to say, we're very, very grateful.
We like occasionally to sing a song of gratitude.
[G#m] It's called God Bless England.
[N] Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace [B] and love,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Of the land that rules all lands above,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] May peace and plenty be her share,
Who kept our [E] homes from want [B] and care.
Oh, God bless [A#] England is our [F#m] prayer.
Whack for the diddle [B] of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#m] say, hey, hey, [B] hey,
Come and listen while we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Now our fathers often were naughty boys,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
For pikes and guns are dangerous ties,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] At Bannanaboo and at Peter's Hill,
Oh, we made poor [E] England cry [B] her fill,
But old Britannia loves us still,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Now when we were savage, fierce and wild,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, she came as a mother to her child,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] She gently raised us from the slime,
And kept our hands [E] from [B] hellish crime,
And she sent us to heaven in our own good time,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[E] So we say, [F#m] hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, now Irish men forget the past,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
And think of the day that's coming fast,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
When we shall all be [G#m] civilized,
Neat and [Em] clean, and [B] well advised,
Oh, won't Mother England be surprised,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, [B] hey, hey, hey,
God bless England, so we pray,
[F#] Whack [B] for the diddle of the diddle day.
That's the Republic!
[N]
But there is a light side to it, fortunately.
As most of you know, for about 800 years, Ireland was under the loving and tender care of the British Empire.
And for this, needless to say, we're very, very grateful.
We like occasionally to sing a song of gratitude.
[G#m] It's called God Bless England.
[N] Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace [B] and love,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Of the land that rules all lands above,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] May peace and plenty be her share,
Who kept our [E] homes from want [B] and care.
Oh, God bless [A#] England is our [F#m] prayer.
Whack for the diddle [B] of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#m] say, hey, hey, [B] hey,
Come and listen while we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Now our fathers often were naughty boys,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
For pikes and guns are dangerous ties,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] At Bannanaboo and at Peter's Hill,
Oh, we made poor [E] England cry [B] her fill,
But old Britannia loves us still,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Now when we were savage, fierce and wild,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, she came as a mother to her child,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] She gently raised us from the slime,
And kept our hands [E] from [B] hellish crime,
And she sent us to heaven in our own good time,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[E] So we say, [F#m] hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, now Irish men forget the past,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
And think of the day that's coming fast,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
When we shall all be [G#m] civilized,
Neat and [Em] clean, and [B] well advised,
Oh, won't Mother England be surprised,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, [B] hey, hey, hey,
God bless England, so we pray,
[F#] Whack [B] for the diddle of the diddle day.
That's the Republic!
[N]
Key:
B
E
G#m
F#m
F#
B
E
G#m
_ Now the whole business of Irish nationalism can get very serious if you're not careful. _ _ _ _ _ _
But there is a light side to it, fortunately.
As most of you know, for about 800 years, Ireland was under the _ loving _ _ _ _ _ and tender care of the British Empire. _
And for this, needless to say, we're very, very grateful. _ _ _
We like occasionally to sing a song of gratitude. _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ It's called God Bless England.
_ _ _ _ [N] Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace [B] and love,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day. _
Of the land that rules all lands above,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] May peace and plenty be her share,
Who kept our [E] homes from want [B] and _ care.
Oh, God bless [A#] England is our [F#m] prayer.
Whack for the diddle [B] of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#m] say, hey, hey, [B] hey,
Come and listen while we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ Now our fathers often were naughty boys,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
For pikes and guns are dangerous ties,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day. _
[G#m] At Bannanaboo and at Peter's Hill,
Oh, we made poor [E] England cry [B] her fill,
_ But old Britannia loves us still,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ Now when we were savage, fierce and wild,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, she came as a mother to her child,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ [G#m] She gently raised us from the slime,
_ And kept our hands [E] from [B] hellish crime,
_ _ And she sent us to heaven in our own good time,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[E] So we say, [F#m] hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, now Irish men forget the past,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day. _
And think of the day that's coming fast,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ When we shall all be [G#m] civilized, _
Neat and [Em] clean, and [B] well advised, _
Oh, won't Mother England be surprised,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, [B] hey, hey, hey,
God bless England, so we pray,
[F#] Whack [B] for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ That's the Republic!
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But there is a light side to it, fortunately.
As most of you know, for about 800 years, Ireland was under the _ loving _ _ _ _ _ and tender care of the British Empire. _
And for this, needless to say, we're very, very grateful. _ _ _
We like occasionally to sing a song of gratitude. _ _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ It's called God Bless England.
_ _ _ _ [N] Oh, I'll tell you a tale of peace [B] and love,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day. _
Of the land that rules all lands above,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[G#m] May peace and plenty be her share,
Who kept our [E] homes from want [B] and _ care.
Oh, God bless [A#] England is our [F#m] prayer.
Whack for the diddle [B] of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#m] say, hey, hey, [B] hey,
Come and listen while we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ Now our fathers often were naughty boys,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
For pikes and guns are dangerous ties,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day. _
[G#m] At Bannanaboo and at Peter's Hill,
Oh, we made poor [E] England cry [B] her fill,
_ But old Britannia loves us still,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ Now when we were savage, fierce and wild,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, she came as a mother to her child,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ [G#m] She gently raised us from the slime,
_ And kept our hands [E] from [B] hellish crime,
_ _ And she sent us to heaven in our own good time,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
[E] So we say, [F#m] hey, hey, hey,
[B] God bless England, so we pray,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Oh, now Irish men forget the past,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day. _
And think of the day that's coming fast,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ When we shall all be [G#m] civilized, _
Neat and [Em] clean, and [B] well advised, _
Oh, won't Mother England be surprised,
Whack for the diddle of the diddle day.
Whack for the diddle of the diddle [E] day.
So we [F#] say, [B] hey, hey, hey,
God bless England, so we pray,
[F#] Whack [B] for the diddle of the diddle day.
_ That's the Republic!
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _