Chords for Karliene - Paddy's Lamentation
Tempo:
106.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
Em
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [Am]
I'm bidding you a long [A] farewell, my Mary kind [G] and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to.
[Am] They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there,
[Em] But I'll not forget, old [E] Ireland, where at fifty times is [F] fair,
And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes,
[G] And my heart will travel back again to the place where Mary lies.
[A]
Well, it's by the hush, me boys, I'm sure [G] that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's
[F#m] lamentation.
I [G] was by hunger pressed and in [C] poverty distressed,
So I took a [E] thought, I'd leave the Irish nation.
[C]
[A] Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
To [A] America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[A] I wish I was [E] at home, [Am] dear old Dublin,
Where I sowed my ass and cow, [G] my little pigs and sow,
[A] My little plots of land I soon [Em] did part with,
And [F] my sweetheart, Bette McGee, I'm [Gm] afraid I'll never see,
[Am] For I left her there that [Em] morning broken [Am]-hearted.
Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not be [Em] going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[Em] I [Am] wish I was at home, dear old Dublin,
Well, myself and a hundred more to [G] America sailed o'er,
[Em] Our [Am] fortunes to be made we [Em] were thinking,
[F] When we got to Yankee land, they shoved [G] a gun into our hands,
[Am] Saying, Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.
Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
Cause [F] there's nothing here but war, where the [G] merchant cannons roar.
[Am] I wish I was at [Em] home, dear [Am] old Dublin,
Well, I think myself in luck, if I get [G] fed on Indians,
[Am] And old Ireland is the country [E] I delight in,
[F] With the devil I do say, [G] it's curse America,
[Am] For I think I've had enough this heart-fighting.
Now here's to you, boys, now [G] go take my advice,
To [E] America I'll have [Bm] years not [Am] be going,
Cause there's nothing here but war, where the merchant [G] cannons roar.
I wish I was at home, dear old Dublin.
[N]
I'm bidding you a long [A] farewell, my Mary kind [G] and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to.
[Am] They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there,
[Em] But I'll not forget, old [E] Ireland, where at fifty times is [F] fair,
And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes,
[G] And my heart will travel back again to the place where Mary lies.
[A]
Well, it's by the hush, me boys, I'm sure [G] that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's
[F#m] lamentation.
I [G] was by hunger pressed and in [C] poverty distressed,
So I took a [E] thought, I'd leave the Irish nation.
[C]
[A] Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
To [A] America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[A] I wish I was [E] at home, [Am] dear old Dublin,
Where I sowed my ass and cow, [G] my little pigs and sow,
[A] My little plots of land I soon [Em] did part with,
And [F] my sweetheart, Bette McGee, I'm [Gm] afraid I'll never see,
[Am] For I left her there that [Em] morning broken [Am]-hearted.
Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not be [Em] going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[Em] I [Am] wish I was at home, dear old Dublin,
Well, myself and a hundred more to [G] America sailed o'er,
[Em] Our [Am] fortunes to be made we [Em] were thinking,
[F] When we got to Yankee land, they shoved [G] a gun into our hands,
[Am] Saying, Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.
Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
Cause [F] there's nothing here but war, where the [G] merchant cannons roar.
[Am] I wish I was at [Em] home, dear [Am] old Dublin,
Well, I think myself in luck, if I get [G] fed on Indians,
[Am] And old Ireland is the country [E] I delight in,
[F] With the devil I do say, [G] it's curse America,
[Am] For I think I've had enough this heart-fighting.
Now here's to you, boys, now [G] go take my advice,
To [E] America I'll have [Bm] years not [Am] be going,
Cause there's nothing here but war, where the merchant [G] cannons roar.
I wish I was at home, dear old Dublin.
[N]
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
I'm bidding you a long [A] farewell, my Mary kind [G] and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to.
[Am] They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there,
[Em] But I'll not forget, old [E] Ireland, where at fifty times is [F] fair, _
And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes,
[G] And my heart will travel back again to the place where Mary lies.
[A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, it's by the hush, me boys, I'm sure [G] that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's _ _
[F#m] lamentation.
I [G] was by hunger pressed and in [C] poverty distressed,
So I took a [E] thought, I'd leave the Irish nation.
[C] _ _
[A] Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
To [A] America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[A] I wish I was [E] at home, [Am] dear old Dublin,
_ _ Where I sowed my ass and cow, [G] my little pigs and sow,
[A] My little plots of land I soon [Em] did part with,
And [F] my sweetheart, Bette McGee, I'm [Gm] afraid I'll never see,
[Am] For I left her there that [Em] morning broken [Am]-hearted.
_ _ Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not be _ [Em] going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[Em] I [Am] wish I was at home, dear old Dublin, _
Well, myself and a hundred more to [G] America sailed o'er,
[Em] Our [Am] fortunes to be made we [Em] were _ thinking,
[F] When we got to Yankee land, they shoved [G] a gun into our hands,
[Am] Saying, Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.
_ _ Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
Cause [F] there's nothing here but war, where the [G] merchant cannons roar.
_ [Am] I wish I was at [Em] home, dear [Am] old Dublin,
_ _ Well, I think myself in luck, if I get [G] fed on Indians, _
[Am] And old Ireland is the country [E] I delight _ in,
[F] With the devil I do say, [G] it's curse America,
[Am] For I think I've had enough this heart-fighting. _ _
Now here's to you, boys, now [G] go take my advice,
To [E] America I'll have [Bm] years not [Am] be _ going,
Cause there's nothing here but war, where the merchant [G] cannons roar.
I wish I was at home, dear old Dublin.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
I'm bidding you a long [A] farewell, my Mary kind [G] and true,
But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land I'm going to.
[Am] They say there's bread and work for all, and the sun shines always there,
[Em] But I'll not forget, old [E] Ireland, where at fifty times is [F] fair, _
And often in those grand old woods I'll sit and shut my eyes,
[G] And my heart will travel back again to the place where Mary lies.
[A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well, it's by the hush, me boys, I'm sure [G] that's to hold your noise,
And listen to poor Paddy's _ _
[F#m] lamentation.
I [G] was by hunger pressed and in [C] poverty distressed,
So I took a [E] thought, I'd leave the Irish nation.
[C] _ _
[A] Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
To [A] America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[A] I wish I was [E] at home, [Am] dear old Dublin,
_ _ Where I sowed my ass and cow, [G] my little pigs and sow,
[A] My little plots of land I soon [Em] did part with,
And [F] my sweetheart, Bette McGee, I'm [Gm] afraid I'll never see,
[Am] For I left her there that [Em] morning broken [Am]-hearted.
_ _ Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not be _ [Em] going,
[F] Cause there's nothing here but war, where [G] the merchant cannons roar.
[Em] I [Am] wish I was at home, dear old Dublin, _
Well, myself and a hundred more to [G] America sailed o'er,
[Em] Our [Am] fortunes to be made we [Em] were _ thinking,
[F] When we got to Yankee land, they shoved [G] a gun into our hands,
[Am] Saying, Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln.
_ _ Now here's to you, boys, [G] now go take my advice,
[Am] To America I'll have years not [Em] be going,
Cause [F] there's nothing here but war, where the [G] merchant cannons roar.
_ [Am] I wish I was at [Em] home, dear [Am] old Dublin,
_ _ Well, I think myself in luck, if I get [G] fed on Indians, _
[Am] And old Ireland is the country [E] I delight _ in,
[F] With the devil I do say, [G] it's curse America,
[Am] For I think I've had enough this heart-fighting. _ _
Now here's to you, boys, now [G] go take my advice,
To [E] America I'll have [Bm] years not [Am] be _ going,
Cause there's nothing here but war, where the merchant [G] cannons roar.
I wish I was at home, dear old Dublin.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _