Chords for Sailing Off To The Yankee Land
Tempo:
86.1 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
B
G#
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [G#]
[C#] [F#] All you young men I pray [C#] draw near now, [F#] and [B] give ear to the [F#] words I'm going to say.
I'm going to tell you that the people of Ireland are emigrating to [C#] America.
[F#]
Ah yes [B] indeed they are [C#] emigrating, this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
[F#] They put their foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off [B] to the [C#] Yankee land.
And [F#] the night [B] before they are due for leaving, [F#] all the neighbours [C#] in the house do throng.
[B] For to [F#] take a farewell glass or otherwise to [C#] sing a song.
[F#] Well they dance [B] all night till early morning, each [C#] man cutting all around the floor.
The mother [F#] she comes in says weeping see our children [B] to the [C#] door.
The father [B] looks [C#] around the cabin, he sees that he is all alone.
[B] Surely his [F#] poor hearts are breaking his salt tears would melt [C#] the stone.
And a row for the gallant sons of Ireland, [F#] this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
They put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land.
Well the other [B] day [C#] as I went walking [B] down the [C#] road I chance to go.
I saw a [F#] crowd to me approaching it surely fill [B] my heart [C#] with glow.
For I saw the [B] carriage and [C#] coaches moving [F#] onward forward to the [C#] train.
[B] And the [F#] handkerchiefs were waving bidding [G#m] goodbye to Granuel.
[C#] [F#] And a row for the gallant [C#] sons of Ireland, this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They [B] put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land.
[F#] And when they get to New [C#] York harbour friends [B] will meet [C#] them with good cheer.
Saying how's old Ireland [F#] and how's she doing and how is she coming [G#] on this [C#] year.
She's the most [B] distressed and [C#] cursed nation [F#] in this world that I've ever seen.
[B] All their [F#] good for us process serving in that little [C#] isle of green.
[F#] Ah yes indeed [B] they are emigrating [F#] from the land they [C#] love so dear.
And [B] any [F#] man that isn't married will develop a wife he'll [C#] get next year.
[F#] And a row for the gallant sons [C#] of Ireland, [F#] this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They put their foot [F#] on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the Yankee land.
[C#]
[C#] [F#] All you young men I pray [C#] draw near now, [F#] and [B] give ear to the [F#] words I'm going to say.
I'm going to tell you that the people of Ireland are emigrating to [C#] America.
[F#]
Ah yes [B] indeed they are [C#] emigrating, this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
[F#] They put their foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off [B] to the [C#] Yankee land.
And [F#] the night [B] before they are due for leaving, [F#] all the neighbours [C#] in the house do throng.
[B] For to [F#] take a farewell glass or otherwise to [C#] sing a song.
[F#] Well they dance [B] all night till early morning, each [C#] man cutting all around the floor.
The mother [F#] she comes in says weeping see our children [B] to the [C#] door.
The father [B] looks [C#] around the cabin, he sees that he is all alone.
[B] Surely his [F#] poor hearts are breaking his salt tears would melt [C#] the stone.
And a row for the gallant sons of Ireland, [F#] this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
They put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land.
Well the other [B] day [C#] as I went walking [B] down the [C#] road I chance to go.
I saw a [F#] crowd to me approaching it surely fill [B] my heart [C#] with glow.
For I saw the [B] carriage and [C#] coaches moving [F#] onward forward to the [C#] train.
[B] And the [F#] handkerchiefs were waving bidding [G#m] goodbye to Granuel.
[C#] [F#] And a row for the gallant [C#] sons of Ireland, this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They [B] put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land.
[F#] And when they get to New [C#] York harbour friends [B] will meet [C#] them with good cheer.
Saying how's old Ireland [F#] and how's she doing and how is she coming [G#] on this [C#] year.
She's the most [B] distressed and [C#] cursed nation [F#] in this world that I've ever seen.
[B] All their [F#] good for us process serving in that little [C#] isle of green.
[F#] Ah yes indeed [B] they are emigrating [F#] from the land they [C#] love so dear.
And [B] any [F#] man that isn't married will develop a wife he'll [C#] get next year.
[F#] And a row for the gallant sons [C#] of Ireland, [F#] this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They put their foot [F#] on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the Yankee land.
[C#]
Key:
C#
F#
B
G#
G#m
C#
F#
B
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _
[C#] _ [F#] All you young men I pray [C#] draw near now, [F#] and [B] give ear to the [F#] words I'm going to say.
I'm going to tell you that the people of Ireland are emigrating to [C#] America.
_ _ [F#]
Ah yes [B] indeed they are [C#] emigrating, this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
[F#] They put their foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off [B] to the [C#] Yankee land.
And [F#] the night [B] before they are due for leaving, [F#] all the neighbours [C#] in the house do throng.
[B] For to [F#] take a farewell glass or otherwise to [C#] sing a song.
_ [F#] Well they dance [B] all night till early morning, each [C#] man cutting all around the floor.
The mother [F#] she comes in says weeping see our children [B] to the [C#] door.
The father [B] looks [C#] around the cabin, he sees that he is all alone.
[B] Surely his [F#] poor hearts are breaking his salt tears would melt [C#] the stone.
_ And a row for the gallant sons of Ireland, [F#] this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
They put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land.
Well the other [B] day [C#] as I went walking _ [B] down the [C#] road I chance to go.
I saw a [F#] crowd to me approaching it surely fill [B] my heart [C#] with glow.
For I saw the [B] carriage and [C#] coaches moving _ [F#] onward forward to the [C#] train.
[B] And the [F#] handkerchiefs were waving bidding [G#m] goodbye to Granuel.
[C#] _ _ [F#] And a row for the gallant [C#] sons of Ireland, this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They [B] put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land. _
_ [F#] And when they get to New [C#] York harbour friends [B] will meet [C#] them with good cheer.
Saying how's old Ireland [F#] and how's she doing and how is she coming [G#] on this [C#] year.
She's the most [B] distressed and [C#] cursed nation _ [F#] in this world that I've ever seen.
[B] All their [F#] good for us process serving in that little [C#] isle of green.
_ [F#] Ah yes indeed [B] they are emigrating [F#] from the land they [C#] love so dear.
And [B] any [F#] man that isn't married will develop a wife he'll [C#] get next year.
_ [F#] And a row for the gallant sons [C#] of Ireland, [F#] this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They put their foot [F#] on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the Yankee land. _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ [F#] All you young men I pray [C#] draw near now, [F#] and [B] give ear to the [F#] words I'm going to say.
I'm going to tell you that the people of Ireland are emigrating to [C#] America.
_ _ [F#]
Ah yes [B] indeed they are [C#] emigrating, this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
[F#] They put their foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off [B] to the [C#] Yankee land.
And [F#] the night [B] before they are due for leaving, [F#] all the neighbours [C#] in the house do throng.
[B] For to [F#] take a farewell glass or otherwise to [C#] sing a song.
_ [F#] Well they dance [B] all night till early morning, each [C#] man cutting all around the floor.
The mother [F#] she comes in says weeping see our children [B] to the [C#] door.
The father [B] looks [C#] around the cabin, he sees that he is all alone.
[B] Surely his [F#] poor hearts are breaking his salt tears would melt [C#] the stone.
_ And a row for the gallant sons of Ireland, [F#] this poor country [C#] they can't stand.
They put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land.
Well the other [B] day [C#] as I went walking _ [B] down the [C#] road I chance to go.
I saw a [F#] crowd to me approaching it surely fill [B] my heart [C#] with glow.
For I saw the [B] carriage and [C#] coaches moving _ [F#] onward forward to the [C#] train.
[B] And the [F#] handkerchiefs were waving bidding [G#m] goodbye to Granuel.
[C#] _ _ [F#] And a row for the gallant [C#] sons of Ireland, this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They [B] put their [F#] foot on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the [C#] Yankee land. _
_ [F#] And when they get to New [C#] York harbour friends [B] will meet [C#] them with good cheer.
Saying how's old Ireland [F#] and how's she doing and how is she coming [G#] on this [C#] year.
She's the most [B] distressed and [C#] cursed nation _ [F#] in this world that I've ever seen.
[B] All their [F#] good for us process serving in that little [C#] isle of green.
_ [F#] Ah yes indeed [B] they are emigrating [F#] from the land they [C#] love so dear.
And [B] any [F#] man that isn't married will develop a wife he'll [C#] get next year.
_ [F#] And a row for the gallant sons [C#] of Ireland, [F#] this [B] poor country they [C#] can't stand.
They put their foot [F#] on board of a ship while they're sailing off to the Yankee land. _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _