Chords for Nord Mead
Tempo:
92.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
E
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [Am]
[C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [Am] We're merry men of Skyrim, [C] so sturdy and so stout.
When the [G] day is done, when it's time for [E] fun, we'll drink and sing and shout.
[A] You weak livered milk [C] drinkers, gotta let your throats run dry.
Cause there's [G] just one drink that we will [E] sink until the day we die.
[A] Drink and beave in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens [D] and the men.
[A] We smig our [C] brew until we [G] spew, then we fill our [E] mugs again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
[C] Cause when we raise our [G] flag into another dead [E] dragon, there is [D] just one [E] drink we need.
[Am]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] Nordmead!
[G] [E] [Am]
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [D]-mulgabeed, will you fall [A] down?
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [E]-mulgabeed, Moria!
[Am]
[C] [G] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [Am] After the long hard days [G] of hunting [Am] and of war,
our throats are [C] tired and thirsty [G] and our bodies drenched [E] in gore.
[Am] But we won't [C] waste our evenings [G] feeling tired and [Am] feeling spent.
Whipper, fry it [C] up when we breathe [G] in that wholesome honey [E] scent.
[Am] That's Cyrodiil like brandy, [C] too fruity for these tongues.
[G] You can keep your fancy out a wine, [E] it tastes like horker dung.
[A]
Balmora blue tastes great to you, [C] but here we like it plain.
[G] Just fill my mug with a mighty jug [E] of honey, heart and grey.
We drink [A] indeed in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens and [D] the men.
[A] We swig our brew [C] until we spew, [G] then we fill our mugs [E] again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
Cause [C] when we raise [G] our flag into another [E] dead dragon, there is just [D] one drink [E] we need.
[Am]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [D] [Am]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [E] [A]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [D] [A]
Nordmead!
[C] Nordmead!
[G] [E] Nordmead!
[Am] [C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [A]
[C] [G] [E] [Am]
[C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [Am] We're merry men of Skyrim, [C] so sturdy and so stout.
When the [G] day is done, when it's time for [E] fun, we'll drink and sing and shout.
[A] You weak livered milk [C] drinkers, gotta let your throats run dry.
Cause there's [G] just one drink that we will [E] sink until the day we die.
[A] Drink and beave in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens [D] and the men.
[A] We smig our [C] brew until we [G] spew, then we fill our [E] mugs again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
[C] Cause when we raise our [G] flag into another dead [E] dragon, there is [D] just one [E] drink we need.
[Am]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] Nordmead!
[G] [E] [Am]
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [D]-mulgabeed, will you fall [A] down?
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [E]-mulgabeed, Moria!
[Am]
[C] [G] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [Am] After the long hard days [G] of hunting [Am] and of war,
our throats are [C] tired and thirsty [G] and our bodies drenched [E] in gore.
[Am] But we won't [C] waste our evenings [G] feeling tired and [Am] feeling spent.
Whipper, fry it [C] up when we breathe [G] in that wholesome honey [E] scent.
[Am] That's Cyrodiil like brandy, [C] too fruity for these tongues.
[G] You can keep your fancy out a wine, [E] it tastes like horker dung.
[A]
Balmora blue tastes great to you, [C] but here we like it plain.
[G] Just fill my mug with a mighty jug [E] of honey, heart and grey.
We drink [A] indeed in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens and [D] the men.
[A] We swig our brew [C] until we spew, [G] then we fill our mugs [E] again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
Cause [C] when we raise [G] our flag into another [E] dead dragon, there is just [D] one drink [E] we need.
[Am]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [D] [Am]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [E] [A]
Nordmead!
[C] [G] [D] [A]
Nordmead!
[C] Nordmead!
[G] [E] Nordmead!
[Am] [C] [G] [D] [Am]
[C] [G] [E] [A]
Key:
G
C
E
Am
D
G
C
E
[Am] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ [Am] We're merry men of Skyrim, [C] so sturdy and so stout.
When the [G] day is done, when it's time for [E] fun, we'll drink and sing and shout.
[A] You weak livered milk [C] drinkers, gotta let your throats run dry.
Cause there's [G] just one drink that we will [E] sink until the day we die.
[A] Drink and beave in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens [D] and the men.
[A] We smig our [C] brew until we [G] spew, then we fill our [E] mugs again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
[C] Cause when we raise our [G] flag into another dead [E] dragon, there is [D] just one [E] drink we need.
[Am]
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
[C] Nordmead!
_ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am]
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [D]-mulgabeed, will you fall [A] down?
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [E]-mulgabeed, Moria!
_ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ [Am] After the long hard days [G] of hunting [Am] and of war,
our throats are [C] tired and thirsty [G] and our bodies drenched [E] in gore.
[Am] But we won't [C] waste our evenings [G] feeling tired and [Am] feeling spent.
Whipper, fry it [C] up when we breathe [G] in that wholesome honey [E] scent.
[Am] That's Cyrodiil like brandy, [C] too fruity for these tongues.
[G] You can keep your fancy out a wine, [E] it tastes like horker dung.
[A]
Balmora blue tastes great to you, [C] but here we like it plain.
[G] Just fill my mug with a mighty jug [E] of honey, heart and grey.
We drink [A] indeed in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens and [D] the men.
[A] We swig our brew [C] until we spew, [G] then we fill our mugs [E] again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
Cause [C] when we raise [G] our flag into another [E] dead dragon, there is just [D] one drink [E] we need.
_ [Am]
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Am] _
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A]
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _
Nordmead!
[C] Nordmead!
_ [G] _ [E] Nordmead!
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am] _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ [Am] We're merry men of Skyrim, [C] so sturdy and so stout.
When the [G] day is done, when it's time for [E] fun, we'll drink and sing and shout.
[A] You weak livered milk [C] drinkers, gotta let your throats run dry.
Cause there's [G] just one drink that we will [E] sink until the day we die.
[A] Drink and beave in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens [D] and the men.
[A] We smig our [C] brew until we [G] spew, then we fill our [E] mugs again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
[C] Cause when we raise our [G] flag into another dead [E] dragon, there is [D] just one [E] drink we need.
[Am]
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
[C] Nordmead!
_ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [Am]
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [D]-mulgabeed, will you fall [A] down?
Zalala [C]-mulgabeed, lalala [G]-mulgabeed, lalala [E]-mulgabeed, Moria!
_ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ [Am] After the long hard days [G] of hunting [Am] and of war,
our throats are [C] tired and thirsty [G] and our bodies drenched [E] in gore.
[Am] But we won't [C] waste our evenings [G] feeling tired and [Am] feeling spent.
Whipper, fry it [C] up when we breathe [G] in that wholesome honey [E] scent.
[Am] That's Cyrodiil like brandy, [C] too fruity for these tongues.
[G] You can keep your fancy out a wine, [E] it tastes like horker dung.
[A]
Balmora blue tastes great to you, [C] but here we like it plain.
[G] Just fill my mug with a mighty jug [E] of honey, heart and grey.
We drink [A] indeed in the [C] halls of Whiterun, [G] the maidens and [D] the men.
[A] We swig our brew [C] until we spew, [G] then we fill our mugs [E] again.
[A] You can keep your [C] filthy skooma, [G] it makes our [D] bellies bleed.
Cause [C] when we raise [G] our flag into another [E] dead dragon, there is just [D] one drink [E] we need.
_ [Am]
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [Am] _
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A]
Nordmead!
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [A] _
Nordmead!
[C] Nordmead!
_ [G] _ [E] Nordmead!
_ [Am] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _