Chords for Raglan Road - Mary Black - Phil Coulter
Tempo:
161.65 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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On [Bb] Raglan Road, on an autumn [Eb] day, [Bb] I met [Eb] her first in [Bb]
youth.
That our dark hair would [F] whiten, [Gm]
[Bb] that I might one [F]
day rule.
[Eb] I saw the danger, [Bbm] yet
[Gm] I walked
[Bb] along in a chanted [F] way.
[Bb] And I said, let grief be a [Eb] fallen leaf [Bb] at the dawning [Eb] of [Bb]
the day.
On grafts in November, [Eb]
we [Bb] tripped lightly [Eb]
along.
[Bb] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] Of the deep ravine, [Bb] where [F] can we [Gm] see [Bb] the words of a [F] passion's [Gm] bled?
[F] The [Eb] queen of hearts [Bb] still
[F] making [Gm] tacks, [Bb] and I not making [F] hay.
Oh, [Bb] I love too much, and by such, [Eb] by such [Bb]
is half [Eb] thrown [Bb] away.
I gave her gifts of the mind, [Eb] I gave [Bb] her secrets [Eb] I [Bb] would know.
[Eb] To the [Bb] arches, [F] whom I [Gm] have known, [Bb] true gods of sound [F] and stone.
[Eb] And the word and tint, [Bb] I did [Gm] not stint, [Bb] for I gave her poems to [A] say.
[F] [Bb]
With her own name there, and her own [Eb] dark hair, [Bb] light clouds [Eb] over fields [Bb]
away.
On a quiet street, where all [Eb] goes sweet, [Bb] I see [Eb] her [Bb] walking
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
away from me [Bb] most [F] [Gm] hurriedly.
My reason must [F] tell, [G]
[F] that [Eb]
I had wooed, [Bb] not [F] as I [Gm] should, a [Bb] creature made [F] of clay.
When [Bb] the angel wooed the clay, [Eb] he'd loose [Bb] his wings [Eb] at the dawning
[Bb] day.
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[Bb]
[Eb]
[Bb]
[Eb]
On [Bb] Raglan Road, on an autumn [Eb] day, [Bb] I met [Eb] her first in [Bb]
youth.
That our dark hair would [F] whiten, [Gm]
[Bb] that I might one [F]
day rule.
[Eb] I saw the danger, [Bbm] yet
[Gm] I walked
[Bb] along in a chanted [F] way.
[Bb] And I said, let grief be a [Eb] fallen leaf [Bb] at the dawning [Eb] of [Bb]
the day.
On grafts in November, [Eb]
we [Bb] tripped lightly [Eb]
along.
[Bb] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] Of the deep ravine, [Bb] where [F] can we [Gm] see [Bb] the words of a [F] passion's [Gm] bled?
[F] The [Eb] queen of hearts [Bb] still
[F] making [Gm] tacks, [Bb] and I not making [F] hay.
Oh, [Bb] I love too much, and by such, [Eb] by such [Bb]
is half [Eb] thrown [Bb] away.
I gave her gifts of the mind, [Eb] I gave [Bb] her secrets [Eb] I [Bb] would know.
[Eb] To the [Bb] arches, [F] whom I [Gm] have known, [Bb] true gods of sound [F] and stone.
[Eb] And the word and tint, [Bb] I did [Gm] not stint, [Bb] for I gave her poems to [A] say.
[F] [Bb]
With her own name there, and her own [Eb] dark hair, [Bb] light clouds [Eb] over fields [Bb]
away.
On a quiet street, where all [Eb] goes sweet, [Bb] I see [Eb] her [Bb] walking
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
away from me [Bb] most [F] [Gm] hurriedly.
My reason must [F] tell, [G]
[F] that [Eb]
I had wooed, [Bb] not [F] as I [Gm] should, a [Bb] creature made [F] of clay.
When [Bb] the angel wooed the clay, [Eb] he'd loose [Bb] his wings [Eb] at the dawning
[Bb] day.
[Eb]
[Bb]
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On [Bb] _ _ _ Raglan _ Road, _ _ on an _ autumn _ [Eb] _ _ day, _ _ _ [Bb] I _ _ met [Eb] her _ _ first in [Bb] _ _
youth.
_ _ _ _ That _ _ our dark hair _ would _ _ [F] _ whiten, [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] that I _ might _ one _ [F]
day rule. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] I saw _ the _ danger, _ _ [Bbm] yet _
_ [Gm] I _ _ walked _
_ [Bb] _ along _ in a chanted _ [F] _ _ _ way. _
_ _ _ [Bb] And I _ said, let _ _ grief be a _ [Eb] fallen _ _ _ leaf _ [Bb] at the _ _ _ dawning [Eb] _ _ of _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
the day. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On _ _ _ grafts _ _ in _ _ _ November, [Eb] _ _ _
we [Bb] tripped _ _ lightly [Eb] _ _
along.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] Of the _ deep _ _ ravine, [Bb] where _ [F] _ can we [Gm] _ see _ [Bb] the _ words of a _ _ [F] passion's _ [Gm] bled? _
[F] _ _ _ The [Eb] queen _ of _ hearts [Bb] still _
_ [F] making [Gm] tacks, _ _ [Bb] and I _ not _ making [F] _ _ hay. _ _ _
_ _ Oh, [Bb] I _ love too _ much, and by _ such, [Eb] by _ _ such [Bb]
is _ half [Eb] _ _ thrown _ [Bb] _ away. _ _ _ _
_ _ I gave _ her gifts _ of the _ mind, [Eb] I gave _ [Bb] her _ _ secrets [Eb] _ I _ [Bb] would know. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ To _ the _ _ _ [Bb] arches, _ [F] whom I [Gm] have known, _ [Bb] true _ gods of sound [F] and stone. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] And the _ word and tint, _ [Bb] I did _ [Gm] not stint, [Bb] for I _ gave her poems to [A] say.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
With her _ own name there, _ and her own [Eb] dark _ hair, [Bb] light _ clouds [Eb] over _ _ fields [Bb] _
away. _ _ _ _ _ _
On a quiet _ street, _ _ _ where all [Eb] goes _ sweet, [Bb] I _ see [Eb] her _ _ [Bb] walking _ _
_ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
away _ _ from me _ [Bb] most _ [F] _ _ [Gm] hurriedly. _
_ My reason _ _ _ must _ _ [F] tell, _ [G] _
_ [F] _ _ _ that [Eb] _
I had _ wooed, [Bb] not _ [F] as I [Gm] should, _ a [Bb] creature _ _ _ made _ _ [F] of _ clay. _
_ _ When [Bb] the _ _ angel _ _ _ wooed _ the clay, _ _ [Eb] he'd _ _ loose _ _ _ _ [Bb] his _ _ wings _ [Eb] at the _ _ _ dawning _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ day. _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
On [Bb] _ _ _ Raglan _ Road, _ _ on an _ autumn _ [Eb] _ _ day, _ _ _ [Bb] I _ _ met [Eb] her _ _ first in [Bb] _ _
youth.
_ _ _ _ That _ _ our dark hair _ would _ _ [F] _ whiten, [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] that I _ might _ one _ [F]
day rule. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] I saw _ the _ danger, _ _ [Bbm] yet _
_ [Gm] I _ _ walked _
_ [Bb] _ along _ in a chanted _ [F] _ _ _ way. _
_ _ _ [Bb] And I _ said, let _ _ grief be a _ [Eb] fallen _ _ _ leaf _ [Bb] at the _ _ _ dawning [Eb] _ _ of _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
the day. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ On _ _ _ grafts _ _ in _ _ _ November, [Eb] _ _ _
we [Bb] tripped _ _ lightly [Eb] _ _
along.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] Of the _ deep _ _ ravine, [Bb] where _ [F] _ can we [Gm] _ see _ [Bb] the _ words of a _ _ [F] passion's _ [Gm] bled? _
[F] _ _ _ The [Eb] queen _ of _ hearts [Bb] still _
_ [F] making [Gm] tacks, _ _ [Bb] and I _ not _ making [F] _ _ hay. _ _ _
_ _ Oh, [Bb] I _ love too _ much, and by _ such, [Eb] by _ _ such [Bb]
is _ half [Eb] _ _ thrown _ [Bb] _ away. _ _ _ _
_ _ I gave _ her gifts _ of the _ mind, [Eb] I gave _ [Bb] her _ _ secrets [Eb] _ I _ [Bb] would know. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ To _ the _ _ _ [Bb] arches, _ [F] whom I [Gm] have known, _ [Bb] true _ gods of sound [F] and stone. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] And the _ word and tint, _ [Bb] I did _ [Gm] not stint, [Bb] for I _ gave her poems to [A] say.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
With her _ own name there, _ and her own [Eb] dark _ hair, [Bb] light _ clouds [Eb] over _ _ fields [Bb] _
away. _ _ _ _ _ _
On a quiet _ street, _ _ _ where all [Eb] goes _ sweet, [Bb] I _ see [Eb] her _ _ [Bb] walking _ _
_ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb]
away _ _ from me _ [Bb] most _ [F] _ _ [Gm] hurriedly. _
_ My reason _ _ _ must _ _ [F] tell, _ [G] _
_ [F] _ _ _ that [Eb] _
I had _ wooed, [Bb] not _ [F] as I [Gm] should, _ a [Bb] creature _ _ _ made _ _ [F] of _ clay. _
_ _ When [Bb] the _ _ angel _ _ _ wooed _ the clay, _ _ [Eb] he'd _ _ loose _ _ _ _ [Bb] his _ _ wings _ [Eb] at the _ _ _ dawning _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ day. _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
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