Chords for Gael Force - Star of The County Down
Tempo:
76.55 bpm
Chords used:
Em
D
G
A
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [Em] [D]
[Em] [G] [A] [Em]
[G] Rembrickstown, the county [Em] town, one morning last July.
The [G] phone ring, give a sweet [Em] calling, smile as she passed me by.
She looked so [D] sweet from her to her [Em] feet, seen of [D] her not from her.
[Em]
I called [G] single, I [D] shook [Em] myself to [D] see I was really there.
[G] From Battery [D] Bay to the Derry [Em] Cay, from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I [A] met in the county [Em] down.
[G] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [A] [Em] [G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, [Em] I met in the county down.
The young wood's fed, [G] I shook my [Em] head, I said with a [D] feeling rare.
[Em] Oh Ted says [G] aye, the [D] pastor [Em] by, the maid with the no-frotten hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me and says is he, [Bm] the gem of [D] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young Rosie MacLaine, [G] the [D] banks of the [Em] Banff, the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I met in the county down.
[G] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [A] [Em] [G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county [Em] down.
The harvest fair, [G] we surely there, we dressed in these brown baked [D] clothes.
She shone bright, [G] me head [A] caught right, [Em] her smile from me the bride rose.
[G] The pipe of smoke, [A] our hearts all young, [Em] we ploughed under a [D] sculled row.
[Em] We darned right, [G] me own [A] fireside, [Em] the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [D] Collins, [A]
that [Em] I met [D] in the county down.
The county [E] down.
[Em]
[E] [N]
[Em] [G] [A] [Em]
[G] Rembrickstown, the county [Em] town, one morning last July.
The [G] phone ring, give a sweet [Em] calling, smile as she passed me by.
She looked so [D] sweet from her to her [Em] feet, seen of [D] her not from her.
[Em]
I called [G] single, I [D] shook [Em] myself to [D] see I was really there.
[G] From Battery [D] Bay to the Derry [Em] Cay, from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I [A] met in the county [Em] down.
[G] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [A] [Em] [G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, [Em] I met in the county down.
The young wood's fed, [G] I shook my [Em] head, I said with a [D] feeling rare.
[Em] Oh Ted says [G] aye, the [D] pastor [Em] by, the maid with the no-frotten hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me and says is he, [Bm] the gem of [D] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young Rosie MacLaine, [G] the [D] banks of the [Em] Banff, the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I met in the county down.
[G] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [D] [Em] [G]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
[G] [A] [Em] [G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county [Em] down.
The harvest fair, [G] we surely there, we dressed in these brown baked [D] clothes.
She shone bright, [G] me head [A] caught right, [Em] her smile from me the bride rose.
[G] The pipe of smoke, [A] our hearts all young, [Em] we ploughed under a [D] sculled row.
[Em] We darned right, [G] me own [A] fireside, [Em] the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [D] Collins, [A]
that [Em] I met [D] in the county down.
The county [E] down.
[Em]
[E] [N]
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_ _ _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] Rembrickstown, the county [Em] town, one morning last July.
The [G] phone ring, give a sweet [Em] calling, smile as she passed me by.
She looked so [D] sweet from her to her [Em] feet, seen of [D] her not from her.
[Em]
I called [G] single, I [D] shook [Em] myself to [D] see I was really there.
[G] From Battery [D] Bay to the Derry [Em] Cay, from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I [A] met in the county [Em] down. _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, [Em] I met in the county down.
The young wood's fed, [G] I shook my [Em] head, I said with a [D] feeling rare.
[Em] Oh Ted says [G] aye, the [D] pastor [Em] by, the maid with the no-frotten hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me and says is he, [Bm] the gem of [D] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young Rosie MacLaine, [G] the [D] banks of the [Em] Banff, the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I met in the county down. _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county [Em] down.
The harvest fair, [G] we surely there, we dressed in these brown baked [D] clothes.
She shone bright, [G] me head [A] caught right, [Em] her smile from me the bride rose.
[G] The pipe of smoke, [A] our hearts all young, [Em] we ploughed under a [D] sculled row.
[Em] We darned right, [G] me own [A] fireside, [Em] the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [D] Collins, _ _ _ [A]
that [Em] I met [D] in the county down.
The county [E] down. _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] Rembrickstown, the county [Em] town, one morning last July.
The [G] phone ring, give a sweet [Em] calling, smile as she passed me by.
She looked so [D] sweet from her to her [Em] feet, seen of [D] her not from her.
[Em]
I called [G] single, I [D] shook [Em] myself to [D] see I was really there.
[G] From Battery [D] Bay to the Derry [Em] Cay, from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I [A] met in the county [Em] down. _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, [Em] I met in the county down.
The young wood's fed, [G] I shook my [Em] head, I said with a [D] feeling rare.
[Em] Oh Ted says [G] aye, the [D] pastor [Em] by, the maid with the no-frotten hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me and says is he, [Bm] the gem of [D] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young Rosie MacLaine, [G] the [D] banks of the [Em] Banff, the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to [D] Dublin town.
[Em] The maid I'd [G] seen, like a [A] Brian Collins, [Em] I met in the county down. _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ [G] _ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ [G] From Battery Bay [A] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county [Em] down.
The harvest fair, [G] we surely there, we dressed in these brown baked [D] clothes.
She shone bright, [G] me head [A] caught right, [Em] her smile from me the bride rose.
[G] The pipe of smoke, [A] our hearts all young, [Em] we ploughed under a [D] sculled row.
[Em] We darned right, [G] me own [A] fireside, [Em] the star of the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [A] Collins, I met in the county down.
[G] From Battery Bay [D] to the Derry Cay, [Em] from Galway to Dublin [D] town.
[Em] The maid I'd seen, [G] like a Brian [D] Collins, _ _ _ [A]
that [Em] I met [D] in the county down.
The county [E] down. _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _