Chords for Merry Ploughboy with lyrics
Tempo:
115.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
G
D
F#m
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
I am a merry [A] little boy, [G] I play [A] in the fields [D] by day.
[A] So the sun and clouds came to my mind, [G] And I [F#m] tripped along [D] the way.
Once I heard the [A] first civilian rumble Of [G] the day [A] that I [D] was born.
[A] So I hopped to the toy, the IRA, [G] And I'm off [A] to [D] Borough Park.
I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D] sun.
[A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song so [D] young.
But I need the [A] onions, my pink and my spice, [G] And I need [A] the onions, [D] my love.
[A] But I need the onions, the ass and the tarts, [G] No more, but [A] I need [D] them now.
But I need the [A] onion, my Mary, [G] She's the girl [A] that's hiding [D] in the dark.
[A] Once I wondered if she'd drink coffee, [G] But she bears [A] my arm [D] a life long.
So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, [B] Where the [G] hell is [A] much [D] glistening sun.
[A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a [D] song so young.
And [A]
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
[A]
[G] [A] [D]
[Bm] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
when this war [A]
is over, [G] And dear [A] old [D] Ireland's free,
[A] I will take her to the chapel [F#m] of the hill, [G] Where I will [A] sway [D] to thee.
Well some men they fight [A] for silver, [G] And some [A] men fight [D] for gold,
[A] But the iron-raider fights him more, [G] Than a lamb [A] and a sack [D] and a stone.
So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D]
sun.
[A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song [D] so young.
[N]
[G] [A] [D]
I am a merry [A] little boy, [G] I play [A] in the fields [D] by day.
[A] So the sun and clouds came to my mind, [G] And I [F#m] tripped along [D] the way.
Once I heard the [A] first civilian rumble Of [G] the day [A] that I [D] was born.
[A] So I hopped to the toy, the IRA, [G] And I'm off [A] to [D] Borough Park.
I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D] sun.
[A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song so [D] young.
But I need the [A] onions, my pink and my spice, [G] And I need [A] the onions, [D] my love.
[A] But I need the onions, the ass and the tarts, [G] No more, but [A] I need [D] them now.
But I need the [A] onion, my Mary, [G] She's the girl [A] that's hiding [D] in the dark.
[A] Once I wondered if she'd drink coffee, [G] But she bears [A] my arm [D] a life long.
So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, [B] Where the [G] hell is [A] much [D] glistening sun.
[A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a [D] song so young.
And [A]
[G] [A]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
[A]
[G] [A] [D]
[Bm] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
when this war [A]
is over, [G] And dear [A] old [D] Ireland's free,
[A] I will take her to the chapel [F#m] of the hill, [G] Where I will [A] sway [D] to thee.
Well some men they fight [A] for silver, [G] And some [A] men fight [D] for gold,
[A] But the iron-raider fights him more, [G] Than a lamb [A] and a sack [D] and a stone.
So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D]
sun.
[A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song [D] so young.
[N]
Key:
A
G
D
F#m
Bm
A
G
D
[F#m] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
I am a merry [A] little boy, [G] I play [A] in the fields [D] by day.
[A] So the sun and clouds came to my mind, [G] And I [F#m] tripped along [D] the way. _
_ Once I heard the [A] first civilian rumble Of [G] the day [A] that I [D] was born.
[A] So I hopped to the toy, the IRA, [G] And I'm off [A] to [D] Borough Park.
_ I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, _ [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D] sun.
_ [A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song so [D] young.
_ But I need the [A] onions, my pink and my spice, [G] And I need [A] the onions, [D] my love.
[A] But I need the onions, the ass and the tarts, [G] No more, but [A] I need [D] them now.
_ But I need the [A] onion, my Mary, [G] She's the girl [A] that's hiding [D] in the dark.
[A] Once I wondered if she'd drink coffee, [G] But she bears [A] my arm [D] a life long.
So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, _ [B] Where the [G] hell is [A] much [D] glistening sun.
_ [A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a [D] song so young.
_ _ _ And _ [A] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ when this war [A]
is over, [G] And dear [A] old [D] Ireland's free,
[A] I will take her to the chapel [F#m] of the hill, [G] Where I will [A] sway [D] to thee.
Well some men they fight [A] for silver, [G] And some [A] men fight [D] for gold,
[A] But the iron-raider fights him more, [G] Than a lamb [A] and a sack [D] and a stone.
_ So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, _ [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D]
sun.
_ [A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song [D] so young.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
_ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
I am a merry [A] little boy, [G] I play [A] in the fields [D] by day.
[A] So the sun and clouds came to my mind, [G] And I [F#m] tripped along [D] the way. _
_ Once I heard the [A] first civilian rumble Of [G] the day [A] that I [D] was born.
[A] So I hopped to the toy, the IRA, [G] And I'm off [A] to [D] Borough Park.
_ I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, _ [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D] sun.
_ [A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song so [D] young.
_ But I need the [A] onions, my pink and my spice, [G] And I need [A] the onions, [D] my love.
[A] But I need the onions, the ass and the tarts, [G] No more, but [A] I need [D] them now.
_ But I need the [A] onion, my Mary, [G] She's the girl [A] that's hiding [D] in the dark.
[A] Once I wondered if she'd drink coffee, [G] But she bears [A] my arm [D] a life long.
So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, _ [B] Where the [G] hell is [A] much [D] glistening sun.
_ [A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a [D] song so young.
_ _ _ And _ [A] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _
[D] _ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ when this war [A]
is over, [G] And dear [A] old [D] Ireland's free,
[A] I will take her to the chapel [F#m] of the hill, [G] Where I will [A] sway [D] to thee.
Well some men they fight [A] for silver, [G] And some [A] men fight [D] for gold,
[A] But the iron-raider fights him more, [G] Than a lamb [A] and a sack [D] and a stone.
_ So I'm a-rollin' up to Dublin [A] in the green, _ [G] Where the hell is [A] much glistening [D]
sun.
_ [A] Where my ass is lush and my rifle is fresh, [G] To the echo [A] of a song [D] so young.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _