Chords for Kelly the Boy from Killane-Makem & Clancy
Tempo:
121.6 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
What's the news, what's the [C] news, O my [Am] bold Shelman Lear, [C] With your long barrel guns from the sea?
Say, what wind [D] from the south [C] brings a messenger here, With a hymn [G] for the dawn, [C] for the free?
What goodly news, goodly news do I bring you?
What [F] goodly news shall you hear, [G]
Barney Bar?
[C] The boys [F] are marching on [C] from the south [E] to the north, [Em] Let my cane upry [C] from the land,
And he who is the giant with a bow pulling hair, He will [G] ride to the [C] head of your land.
A seven [F] feet is his height, with some [Am] inches to spare, [C] And he looks [G] like a king [C] in the land.
Am I fine, that's a fine olive oil, Shelman Lear, [F] Oxford range, top [G] gear, old man,
[C] Thank your beavers a lot, and your breeding instincts, Certainly [G] abide [C] from the land.
And a small piece of plane's on the way, [Am] And [C] a [G] barrel tomorrow [C] we will cross.
Upon a hill [F] of the tow [C] we have [Am] planted, [C] That will butter [G] the [C] gateway for us.
[F] All the boardmen and bargain [C] men will march o'er the heap, [F] With great hearty fill in [C] in the bar.
But the foremost [F] of all [C] in the grim guff of death, Will [G] be Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
But the gold sun [F] of freedom [C]
grew dark [Am] in the cross, And [C] it set [G] by the Slaney's red [C] wave.
And poor Whiteford, [F]
stripped naked, [G] hung high [Am] on the cross, With her [G] heart pierced by traitors [C] and slaves.
[F] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [C] to her brave sons who died, [F] For the cause of long down [G] trodden man.
[C] Glory, [G] oh, power, less than [C] old man, But for [G] Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
[N]
Say, what wind [D] from the south [C] brings a messenger here, With a hymn [G] for the dawn, [C] for the free?
What goodly news, goodly news do I bring you?
What [F] goodly news shall you hear, [G]
Barney Bar?
[C] The boys [F] are marching on [C] from the south [E] to the north, [Em] Let my cane upry [C] from the land,
And he who is the giant with a bow pulling hair, He will [G] ride to the [C] head of your land.
A seven [F] feet is his height, with some [Am] inches to spare, [C] And he looks [G] like a king [C] in the land.
Am I fine, that's a fine olive oil, Shelman Lear, [F] Oxford range, top [G] gear, old man,
[C] Thank your beavers a lot, and your breeding instincts, Certainly [G] abide [C] from the land.
And a small piece of plane's on the way, [Am] And [C] a [G] barrel tomorrow [C] we will cross.
Upon a hill [F] of the tow [C] we have [Am] planted, [C] That will butter [G] the [C] gateway for us.
[F] All the boardmen and bargain [C] men will march o'er the heap, [F] With great hearty fill in [C] in the bar.
But the foremost [F] of all [C] in the grim guff of death, Will [G] be Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
But the gold sun [F] of freedom [C]
grew dark [Am] in the cross, And [C] it set [G] by the Slaney's red [C] wave.
And poor Whiteford, [F]
stripped naked, [G] hung high [Am] on the cross, With her [G] heart pierced by traitors [C] and slaves.
[F] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [C] to her brave sons who died, [F] For the cause of long down [G] trodden man.
[C] Glory, [G] oh, power, less than [C] old man, But for [G] Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
[N]
Key:
C
G
F
Am
D
C
G
F
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ What's the news, what's the [C] news, O my [Am] bold Shelman Lear, [C] With your long barrel guns from the sea?
Say, what wind [D] from the south [C] brings a messenger here, With a hymn [G] for the dawn, [C] for the free?
What goodly news, goodly news do I bring you?
What [F] goodly news shall you hear, [G]
Barney Bar?
_ [C] The boys [F] are marching on [C] from the south [E] to the north, [Em] Let my cane upry [C] from the land,
And he who is the giant with a bow pulling hair, He will [G] ride to the [C] head of your land.
A seven [F] feet is his height, with some [Am] inches to spare, [C] And he looks [G] like a king [C] in the land.
Am I fine, that's a fine olive oil, Shelman Lear, [F] Oxford range, top [G] gear, old man,
_ [C] Thank your beavers a lot, and your breeding instincts, Certainly [G] abide [C] from the land.
And a small piece of plane's on the way, [Am] And [C] a [G] barrel tomorrow [C] we will cross.
_ Upon a hill [F] of the tow [C] we have [Am] planted, [C] That will butter [G] the [C] gateway for us.
_ [F] All the boardmen and bargain [C] men will march o'er the heap, [F] With great hearty fill in [C] in the bar.
_ But the foremost [F] of all [C] in the grim guff of death, Will [G] be Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
But the gold sun [F] of freedom [C]
grew dark [Am] in the cross, _ And [C] it set [G] by the Slaney's red [C] wave. _
_ _ And poor Whiteford, _ [F]
stripped naked, [G] hung high [Am] on the cross, _ With her [G] heart pierced by traitors [C] and _ slaves.
_ [F] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [C] to her brave sons who died, _ _ [F] For the cause of long down [G] trodden man.
_ [C] _ Glory, [G] oh, power, less than [C] old man, _ But for [G] Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ What's the news, what's the [C] news, O my [Am] bold Shelman Lear, [C] With your long barrel guns from the sea?
Say, what wind [D] from the south [C] brings a messenger here, With a hymn [G] for the dawn, [C] for the free?
What goodly news, goodly news do I bring you?
What [F] goodly news shall you hear, [G]
Barney Bar?
_ [C] The boys [F] are marching on [C] from the south [E] to the north, [Em] Let my cane upry [C] from the land,
And he who is the giant with a bow pulling hair, He will [G] ride to the [C] head of your land.
A seven [F] feet is his height, with some [Am] inches to spare, [C] And he looks [G] like a king [C] in the land.
Am I fine, that's a fine olive oil, Shelman Lear, [F] Oxford range, top [G] gear, old man,
_ [C] Thank your beavers a lot, and your breeding instincts, Certainly [G] abide [C] from the land.
And a small piece of plane's on the way, [Am] And [C] a [G] barrel tomorrow [C] we will cross.
_ Upon a hill [F] of the tow [C] we have [Am] planted, [C] That will butter [G] the [C] gateway for us.
_ [F] All the boardmen and bargain [C] men will march o'er the heap, [F] With great hearty fill in [C] in the bar.
_ But the foremost [F] of all [C] in the grim guff of death, Will [G] be Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
But the gold sun [F] of freedom [C]
grew dark [Am] in the cross, _ And [C] it set [G] by the Slaney's red [C] wave. _
_ _ And poor Whiteford, _ [F]
stripped naked, [G] hung high [Am] on the cross, _ With her [G] heart pierced by traitors [C] and _ slaves.
_ [F] Glory, oh, glory, oh, [C] to her brave sons who died, _ _ [F] For the cause of long down [G] trodden man.
_ [C] _ Glory, [G] oh, power, less than [C] old man, _ But for [G] Kelly, the [C] boy from Clare.
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _