Chords for Corries : Dark Lochnagar
Tempo:
91.6 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Gm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bb]
Aweigh ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o'er roses,
[Eb] In you [Bb] let the minion bug shriek,
And restore me the rock where the snowflake reposes,
[Eb] If still [Bb] they are sacred [Gm] [Cm] to [Bb] freedom.
Brave Caledonia,
[Eb] dear [Bb] are thy mountains,
O'er life's summits, though [F] elements wall,
Co [Bb]-caught rocks roll, [Eb] stead of smooth [Gm] rolling fountain,
I sigh for the valley of [Dm] dawn.
[F] [Bb]
Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered,
[Eb] My cap [Bb] was the bonnet, [Eb] my cloak [F] was the blade,
[Bb] On chieftains departed my memory lingered,
[Eb] As daily [Bb] I strayed [F] through the vine [Bb]-covered glade.
I sought not my [Eb] home till the days [Bb] due in glory
Gave place to the rays o'er the bright [F] polar star.
[Bb] My fancy was chilled [Eb] by the bold [Bb] martial story,
As told by the sons, O dark Loch Negar.
Years have rolled on, Loch Negar, since I left you,
[Eb] Years must roll on ere I see [F] you again.
[Bb] Though nature of virtue and flowers bereft you,
[Eb] Yet still [Bb] art of error, [F] and of [Bb] its name.
England, thy duties [Eb] are fame [Bb] and domestic,
To one who has roved on the mountains [F] [Bb] afar.
Hope of the [Eb] crafts that are wild [Bb] and majestic,
The steep clouding glories of our young Lord Negar.
Great Caledonia, [Eb]
dearer [Bb] than a mountain,
I sigh for the valley, O [F] dark
[Bb]
You'll start now, the brave did no vision foreboding,
[Eb] Tell [Bb] you that [Eb] fate had [F] forsaken our cause,
[Bb] Yet were you destined to die and come,
[Eb] Though victory [Bb] [F] crowned on your fall [Bb] with a buzz.
Yet were you happy [Eb]
in [Bb] desertly slumbers,
To sleep with your clan in the caves, [F] O Braymar.
[Bb] The peep-rock resounds [Eb] to the piper's [Bb] loud numbers,
And beats to the echoes, O wild Loch Negar.
And beats to the echoes, O wild Loch Negar.
[Gm]
Brave Caledonia,
[Eb] [Gm] dearer than a mountain,
I sigh for the valley, [Eb] [Gm] O [F] dark
[Bb]
[N]
Aweigh ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o'er roses,
[Eb] In you [Bb] let the minion bug shriek,
And restore me the rock where the snowflake reposes,
[Eb] If still [Bb] they are sacred [Gm] [Cm] to [Bb] freedom.
Brave Caledonia,
[Eb] dear [Bb] are thy mountains,
O'er life's summits, though [F] elements wall,
Co [Bb]-caught rocks roll, [Eb] stead of smooth [Gm] rolling fountain,
I sigh for the valley of [Dm] dawn.
[F] [Bb]
Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered,
[Eb] My cap [Bb] was the bonnet, [Eb] my cloak [F] was the blade,
[Bb] On chieftains departed my memory lingered,
[Eb] As daily [Bb] I strayed [F] through the vine [Bb]-covered glade.
I sought not my [Eb] home till the days [Bb] due in glory
Gave place to the rays o'er the bright [F] polar star.
[Bb] My fancy was chilled [Eb] by the bold [Bb] martial story,
As told by the sons, O dark Loch Negar.
Years have rolled on, Loch Negar, since I left you,
[Eb] Years must roll on ere I see [F] you again.
[Bb] Though nature of virtue and flowers bereft you,
[Eb] Yet still [Bb] art of error, [F] and of [Bb] its name.
England, thy duties [Eb] are fame [Bb] and domestic,
To one who has roved on the mountains [F] [Bb] afar.
Hope of the [Eb] crafts that are wild [Bb] and majestic,
The steep clouding glories of our young Lord Negar.
Great Caledonia, [Eb]
dearer [Bb] than a mountain,
I sigh for the valley, O [F] dark
[Bb]
You'll start now, the brave did no vision foreboding,
[Eb] Tell [Bb] you that [Eb] fate had [F] forsaken our cause,
[Bb] Yet were you destined to die and come,
[Eb] Though victory [Bb] [F] crowned on your fall [Bb] with a buzz.
Yet were you happy [Eb]
in [Bb] desertly slumbers,
To sleep with your clan in the caves, [F] O Braymar.
[Bb] The peep-rock resounds [Eb] to the piper's [Bb] loud numbers,
And beats to the echoes, O wild Loch Negar.
And beats to the echoes, O wild Loch Negar.
[Gm]
Brave Caledonia,
[Eb] [Gm] dearer than a mountain,
I sigh for the valley, [Eb] [Gm] O [F] dark
[Bb]
[N]
Key:
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F
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Aweigh ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o'er roses,
[Eb] In you [Bb] let the minion _ bug shriek,
_ _ And restore me the rock where the snowflake reposes,
[Eb] If still [Bb] they are sacred [Gm] [Cm] to [Bb] freedom. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Brave _ _ Caledonia, _
_ [Eb] dear [Bb] are thy mountains, _
O'er _ life's summits, though [F] elements wall,
Co [Bb]-caught rocks roll, _ [Eb] stead of smooth _ [Gm] rolling fountain,
_ _ I sigh _ for the valley of [Dm] dawn.
[F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered,
[Eb] My cap [Bb] was the bonnet, [Eb] my cloak [F] was the blade,
[Bb] On chieftains departed my memory lingered,
[Eb] As daily [Bb] I strayed [F] through the vine [Bb]-covered glade.
I sought not my [Eb] home till the days [Bb] due in glory
Gave place to the rays o'er the bright [F] polar star.
[Bb] My fancy was chilled [Eb] by the bold [Bb] martial story,
As told by the sons, O dark Loch Negar.
_ Years have rolled on, Loch Negar, since I left you,
[Eb] Years must roll on ere I see [F] you again.
[Bb] Though nature of virtue and flowers bereft you,
[Eb] Yet still [Bb] art of error, [F] and of [Bb] its name.
England, thy duties [Eb] are fame [Bb] and domestic,
To one who has roved on the mountains [F] [Bb] afar.
Hope of the [Eb] crafts that are wild [Bb] and majestic,
The steep clouding glories of our young Lord Negar. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Great Caledonia, _ [Eb] _ _
dearer [Bb] than a mountain,
_ I sigh for the valley, O [F] dark_
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You'll start now, the brave did no vision _ foreboding,
[Eb] Tell [Bb] you that [Eb] fate had [F] forsaken our cause,
[Bb] Yet were you destined to die and come,
[Eb] Though victory [Bb] _ [F] crowned on your fall [Bb] with a buzz.
Yet were you happy [Eb]
in [Bb] desertly slumbers,
To sleep with your clan in the caves, [F] O Braymar.
[Bb] The peep-rock resounds [Eb] to the piper's [Bb] loud numbers,
And beats to the echoes, O wild _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Loch Negar.
And beats to the echoes, O wild Loch Negar.
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ Brave _ _ Caledonia, _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] dearer than _ _ _ _ a mountain,
I sigh for the valley, _ [Eb] [Gm] O [F] dark_ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Aweigh ye grey landscapes, ye gardens o'er roses,
[Eb] In you [Bb] let the minion _ bug shriek,
_ _ And restore me the rock where the snowflake reposes,
[Eb] If still [Bb] they are sacred [Gm] [Cm] to [Bb] freedom. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Brave _ _ Caledonia, _
_ [Eb] dear [Bb] are thy mountains, _
O'er _ life's summits, though [F] elements wall,
Co [Bb]-caught rocks roll, _ [Eb] stead of smooth _ [Gm] rolling fountain,
_ _ I sigh _ for the valley of [Dm] dawn.
[F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered,
[Eb] My cap [Bb] was the bonnet, [Eb] my cloak [F] was the blade,
[Bb] On chieftains departed my memory lingered,
[Eb] As daily [Bb] I strayed [F] through the vine [Bb]-covered glade.
I sought not my [Eb] home till the days [Bb] due in glory
Gave place to the rays o'er the bright [F] polar star.
[Bb] My fancy was chilled [Eb] by the bold [Bb] martial story,
As told by the sons, O dark Loch Negar.
_ Years have rolled on, Loch Negar, since I left you,
[Eb] Years must roll on ere I see [F] you again.
[Bb] Though nature of virtue and flowers bereft you,
[Eb] Yet still [Bb] art of error, [F] and of [Bb] its name.
England, thy duties [Eb] are fame [Bb] and domestic,
To one who has roved on the mountains [F] [Bb] afar.
Hope of the [Eb] crafts that are wild [Bb] and majestic,
The steep clouding glories of our young Lord Negar. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Great Caledonia, _ [Eb] _ _
dearer [Bb] than a mountain,
_ I sigh for the valley, O [F] dark_
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You'll start now, the brave did no vision _ foreboding,
[Eb] Tell [Bb] you that [Eb] fate had [F] forsaken our cause,
[Bb] Yet were you destined to die and come,
[Eb] Though victory [Bb] _ [F] crowned on your fall [Bb] with a buzz.
Yet were you happy [Eb]
in [Bb] desertly slumbers,
To sleep with your clan in the caves, [F] O Braymar.
[Bb] The peep-rock resounds [Eb] to the piper's [Bb] loud numbers,
And beats to the echoes, O wild _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Loch Negar.
And beats to the echoes, O wild Loch Negar.
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ Brave _ _ Caledonia, _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] dearer than _ _ _ _ a mountain,
I sigh for the valley, _ [Eb] [Gm] O [F] dark_ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _