Chords for MICK FITZGERALD | RATHDRUM FAIR
Tempo:
83.65 bpm
Chords used:
Em
C
B
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em]
[B] [C] [Em]
[Am] [Em] I am Lonesome [B] Taster, the first [C] breath is plain,
[Em] The mist from [D] the grass seemed [B] unrising.
[Em] I said to my grey [B] mare, in sorrow [C] thought of older,
[Em] Of the green [D] hills the sun [Em] was caressing.
Saw [C] the nest of [D] blackbird [Em] as she took to [C] her bed,
[A] Setting off [C] in the [Em] direction of [B] rathrom fair.
[C] I come with [A] the dawn [Em] bringing silver [C] light,
[D] Hoping with some [Em] fortune they [B] may,
[Em] I arrived with the sun at [B] my feet [C] of an end,
[Em] For the top [D] was all [B] life's sudden memories,
[Em] Where old tales were traded for [B] new ones [C] in turn,
[Em] For the pipes [D] were lamenting [Em] till the day was,
[C] Where the faces [A] were older, [Em] for the eyes [C] they were good,
They knew [D] the money [C] in your pocket, [Em] and they added it [B] painfully.
[C] Where the clowns and the [D] street [Em] sellers [C] wandered around,
[A] And the fiddler [C] was lost [Em] in the [B] noise of the crowds,
[Em]
[B] [Em]
[D] [Em] And when business was done, you [B] [C] adjourned for drow,
[Em]
[E] And drink made [A] you well [E] into the [B] day of.
[Em] But when twilight comes near, you will [B] drink [C] your last beer,
[Em]
And set up your [D] coach to [Em] take the way home.
[C] And the old [A] mare will [Em] stumble and bite [C] at the wind,
[D] While you sleep [C] in the saddle [Em] with your collar [B] turned in.
[C] And the year [D] will grow old [Em] when the traders [C] have gone,
[Dm] But the lap and [C] [Em] moan follow the heat [B] of the sun.
[Em] [B] [C] [Em] [Am] [Em]
[B] [C] [Em]
[Am] [Em] I am Lonesome [B] Taster, the first [C] breath is plain,
[Em] The mist from [D] the grass seemed [B] unrising.
[Em] I said to my grey [B] mare, in sorrow [C] thought of older,
[Em] Of the green [D] hills the sun [Em] was caressing.
Saw [C] the nest of [D] blackbird [Em] as she took to [C] her bed,
[A] Setting off [C] in the [Em] direction of [B] rathrom fair.
[C] I come with [A] the dawn [Em] bringing silver [C] light,
[D] Hoping with some [Em] fortune they [B] may,
[Em] I arrived with the sun at [B] my feet [C] of an end,
[Em] For the top [D] was all [B] life's sudden memories,
[Em] Where old tales were traded for [B] new ones [C] in turn,
[Em] For the pipes [D] were lamenting [Em] till the day was,
[C] Where the faces [A] were older, [Em] for the eyes [C] they were good,
They knew [D] the money [C] in your pocket, [Em] and they added it [B] painfully.
[C] Where the clowns and the [D] street [Em] sellers [C] wandered around,
[A] And the fiddler [C] was lost [Em] in the [B] noise of the crowds,
[Em]
[B] [Em]
[D] [Em] And when business was done, you [B] [C] adjourned for drow,
[Em]
[E] And drink made [A] you well [E] into the [B] day of.
[Em] But when twilight comes near, you will [B] drink [C] your last beer,
[Em]
And set up your [D] coach to [Em] take the way home.
[C] And the old [A] mare will [Em] stumble and bite [C] at the wind,
[D] While you sleep [C] in the saddle [Em] with your collar [B] turned in.
[C] And the year [D] will grow old [Em] when the traders [C] have gone,
[Dm] But the lap and [C] [Em] moan follow the heat [B] of the sun.
[Em] [B] [C] [Em] [Am] [Em]
Key:
Em
C
B
D
A
Em
C
B
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ I am Lonesome [B] Taster, the first [C] breath is plain,
[Em] The mist from [D] the grass seemed [B] unrising. _
[Em] I said to my grey [B] mare, in sorrow [C] thought of older,
[Em] Of the green [D] hills the sun [Em] was caressing.
Saw [C] the nest of [D] blackbird [Em] as she took to [C] her bed,
[A] Setting off [C] in the [Em] direction of [B] rathrom fair.
_ [C] I come with [A] the dawn [Em] bringing silver [C] light,
[D] Hoping with some [Em] fortune they [B] may,
_ [Em] I arrived with the sun at [B] my feet [C] of an end,
[Em] For the top [D] was all [B] life's sudden memories,
_ [Em] Where old tales were traded for [B] new ones [C] in turn,
[Em] For the pipes [D] were lamenting [Em] till the day was,
_ [C] Where the faces [A] were older, [Em] for the eyes [C] they were good,
They knew [D] the money [C] in your pocket, [Em] and they added it [B] painfully.
_ [C] Where the clowns and the [D] street [Em] sellers [C] wandered around,
[A] And the fiddler [C] was lost [Em] in the [B] noise of the crowds,
_ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ And when business was done, you [B] [C] adjourned for drow,
[Em]
[E] And drink made [A] you well [E] into the [B] day of.
[Em] But when twilight comes near, you will [B] drink [C] your last beer,
[Em]
And set up your [D] coach to [Em] take the way home.
_ [C] And the old [A] mare will [Em] stumble and bite [C] at the wind,
[D] While you sleep [C] in the saddle [Em] with your collar [B] turned in. _
[C] And the year [D] will grow old [Em] when the traders [C] have gone,
[Dm] But the lap and [C] [Em] moan follow the heat [B] of the sun.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ I am Lonesome [B] Taster, the first [C] breath is plain,
[Em] The mist from [D] the grass seemed [B] unrising. _
[Em] I said to my grey [B] mare, in sorrow [C] thought of older,
[Em] Of the green [D] hills the sun [Em] was caressing.
Saw [C] the nest of [D] blackbird [Em] as she took to [C] her bed,
[A] Setting off [C] in the [Em] direction of [B] rathrom fair.
_ [C] I come with [A] the dawn [Em] bringing silver [C] light,
[D] Hoping with some [Em] fortune they [B] may,
_ [Em] I arrived with the sun at [B] my feet [C] of an end,
[Em] For the top [D] was all [B] life's sudden memories,
_ [Em] Where old tales were traded for [B] new ones [C] in turn,
[Em] For the pipes [D] were lamenting [Em] till the day was,
_ [C] Where the faces [A] were older, [Em] for the eyes [C] they were good,
They knew [D] the money [C] in your pocket, [Em] and they added it [B] painfully.
_ [C] Where the clowns and the [D] street [Em] sellers [C] wandered around,
[A] And the fiddler [C] was lost [Em] in the [B] noise of the crowds,
_ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ And when business was done, you [B] [C] adjourned for drow,
[Em]
[E] And drink made [A] you well [E] into the [B] day of.
[Em] But when twilight comes near, you will [B] drink [C] your last beer,
[Em]
And set up your [D] coach to [Em] take the way home.
_ [C] And the old [A] mare will [Em] stumble and bite [C] at the wind,
[D] While you sleep [C] in the saddle [Em] with your collar [B] turned in. _
[C] And the year [D] will grow old [Em] when the traders [C] have gone,
[Dm] But the lap and [C] [Em] moan follow the heat [B] of the sun.
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [B] _ [C] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Am] _ [Em] _ _