Chords for Frank Harte - Valentine O'Hara
Tempo:
80.45 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
G
Ab
A
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I am a valiant highwayman called [G] Valentine O'Hara
the hill of Tara
child for England I sailed over
and became a wild and daring
to England I did go where I became a soldier
Result of five Britannia's foes not Hector great was Boulder
They sent me to a foreign land where cannons loud did rattle
behaved in battle
the hill of Tara
child for England I sailed over
and became a wild and daring
to England I did go where I became a soldier
Result of five Britannia's foes not Hector great was Boulder
They sent me to a foreign land where cannons loud did rattle
behaved in battle
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I am a valiant highwayman called [G] Valentine O'Hara
I come of poor but honest folk, nigh to the hill of Tara
For the getting of a maid with child for England I sailed over
I left my parents and became a wild and daring
_ _ Well straight to England I did go where I became a soldier
Result of five Britannia's foes not Hector great was Boulder
They sent me to a foreign land where cannons loud did rattle
And believe me boys I do not boast how I behaved in battle
_ Well many's the battle I have seen in Holland and French flanders
I always fought with courage keen led on by brave commanders
But a cruel ensign found me out and I was flogged and cartoned
Oh cruel usage they gave me and so I soon deserted
_ Well next to [N] England I did sail as fast as winds could drive me
Result out of my liberty no man could ever deprive me
I slept out in the fields at night by all my friends [Eb]
forsaken
I dared not walk the road by day for fear I might be taken
But I being of a courage keen and likewise able bodied
I rumbled or lounced on the king's highway with pistols heavy loaded
I [Ab] placed my pistols to his [Eb] breast which caused his heart to [N] quiver
Five hundred pounds in ready gold to me he didn't deliver
Well with part of my new store of gold I bought a famous [A] gelding
That couldn't leap over a five bar gate I bought him from _ Enfielding
Lord [Am] Arkenstone all in his coach I robbed near Covent Garden
And two hours later that same night I robbed the Earl of Warren
At _ Tarmangreen I next did rob the revenue collector
And what I took from him I gave to a widow to protect her
I always robbed the rich and great to rob the poor I scorned
And now in iron [Dm] chains I'm bound and doomed I now lie barman
And it's now to Newgate I have come and by the law convicted
To hang upon the Tyburn tree of which I'm much _ affrighted
Farewell my friends and comrades all and my native hill of Tara
Kind providence may test the soul of Valentine O [Eb]'Hara
_ _ _ [N] _
_ I am a valiant highwayman called [G] Valentine O'Hara
I come of poor but honest folk, nigh to the hill of Tara
For the getting of a maid with child for England I sailed over
I left my parents and became a wild and daring
_ _ Well straight to England I did go where I became a soldier
Result of five Britannia's foes not Hector great was Boulder
They sent me to a foreign land where cannons loud did rattle
And believe me boys I do not boast how I behaved in battle
_ Well many's the battle I have seen in Holland and French flanders
I always fought with courage keen led on by brave commanders
But a cruel ensign found me out and I was flogged and cartoned
Oh cruel usage they gave me and so I soon deserted
_ Well next to [N] England I did sail as fast as winds could drive me
Result out of my liberty no man could ever deprive me
I slept out in the fields at night by all my friends [Eb]
forsaken
I dared not walk the road by day for fear I might be taken
But I being of a courage keen and likewise able bodied
I rumbled or lounced on the king's highway with pistols heavy loaded
I [Ab] placed my pistols to his [Eb] breast which caused his heart to [N] quiver
Five hundred pounds in ready gold to me he didn't deliver
Well with part of my new store of gold I bought a famous [A] gelding
That couldn't leap over a five bar gate I bought him from _ Enfielding
Lord [Am] Arkenstone all in his coach I robbed near Covent Garden
And two hours later that same night I robbed the Earl of Warren
At _ Tarmangreen I next did rob the revenue collector
And what I took from him I gave to a widow to protect her
I always robbed the rich and great to rob the poor I scorned
And now in iron [Dm] chains I'm bound and doomed I now lie barman
And it's now to Newgate I have come and by the law convicted
To hang upon the Tyburn tree of which I'm much _ affrighted
Farewell my friends and comrades all and my native hill of Tara
Kind providence may test the soul of Valentine O [Eb]'Hara
_ _ _ [N] _
