Chords for Slainte - Star of the County Down
Tempo:
93.5 bpm
Chords used:
Em
G
D
C
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [C]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [G]
[Em]
[G] [D]
[E] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [G]
[D] [Em]
Near [C] Bambridge town, [G] in the [D] county down, [Em] one morning [B] in July, [Em] down the [C] boring [G] came a sweet
[D] calling, [Em] and she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh, she [G] looked so sweet [D] from her two bare feet [Em] to the crown of her nut [E] brown hair.
Such [Em] a wince to [C] mouth [G] that I've pinched myself to [Em] be sure I was really there.
And [G] from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to Dublin [D]
town, [Em] no maid [C] I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [Am] that I met in the [Em] county down.
As she [C] onward [G] sped I shook my head [Em] and I gazed with a feeling [B]
rare.
[Em] And I said, [C] says I, [G] to a
[D] passerby, [Em] who's the maid with the nut brown hair.
[G] He smiled at me [D] and with pride says he, [Em] that's the gem of all [Bm] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young [C] Rosie McGann, [G] from the banks [D] of the Bann, [Am] she's the star [A] of the [Em] county down.
[G] And from Bantry Bay [D] up to [A]
Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to [D] Dublin town, no maid [C] I've seen [G] like
this sweet [D] calling [E] that I met in the county [Em]
down.
[C] [G]
[D] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [G]
[D] [Em] [Em]
[G] [D]
[Em] [Am] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [D]
[Em]
At the [C] harvest fair [G] she'll be [D] surely there, [Em] so I'll dress in my [B] Sunday clothes.
[Em] With my shoes [C] shine bright [G] and my hat [D] just right, [Em] when the heart of the nut brown rose.
No [G] pipe I'll smoke, [D] no horse I'll yoke, and [Em] my plough [Em] will rust [B] and brown.
Till a smiling [C] bride by my own [D] fireside [Em] sits the star of the [Bm] [Em] county down.
And from [G] Bantry Bay [D] up to Derry [Em] Cay, and from Galway to Dublin [D] town, [Em] no maid I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [A] that I met in the [Em] county down.
[G] And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, and from Galway to Dublin town, [D] no maid I've seen
like this sweet calling that I met in the county down.
[Em] [C] [G] [Am]
[Em]
[C] [G]
[D] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [G]
[Em]
[G] [D]
[E] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [G]
[D] [Em]
Near [C] Bambridge town, [G] in the [D] county down, [Em] one morning [B] in July, [Em] down the [C] boring [G] came a sweet
[D] calling, [Em] and she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh, she [G] looked so sweet [D] from her two bare feet [Em] to the crown of her nut [E] brown hair.
Such [Em] a wince to [C] mouth [G] that I've pinched myself to [Em] be sure I was really there.
And [G] from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to Dublin [D]
town, [Em] no maid [C] I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [Am] that I met in the [Em] county down.
As she [C] onward [G] sped I shook my head [Em] and I gazed with a feeling [B]
rare.
[Em] And I said, [C] says I, [G] to a
[D] passerby, [Em] who's the maid with the nut brown hair.
[G] He smiled at me [D] and with pride says he, [Em] that's the gem of all [Bm] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young [C] Rosie McGann, [G] from the banks [D] of the Bann, [Am] she's the star [A] of the [Em] county down.
[G] And from Bantry Bay [D] up to [A]
Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to [D] Dublin town, no maid [C] I've seen [G] like
this sweet [D] calling [E] that I met in the county [Em]
down.
[C] [G]
[D] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [G]
[D] [Em] [Em]
[G] [D]
[Em] [Am] [Bm]
[Em] [C] [D]
[Em]
At the [C] harvest fair [G] she'll be [D] surely there, [Em] so I'll dress in my [B] Sunday clothes.
[Em] With my shoes [C] shine bright [G] and my hat [D] just right, [Em] when the heart of the nut brown rose.
No [G] pipe I'll smoke, [D] no horse I'll yoke, and [Em] my plough [Em] will rust [B] and brown.
Till a smiling [C] bride by my own [D] fireside [Em] sits the star of the [Bm] [Em] county down.
And from [G] Bantry Bay [D] up to Derry [Em] Cay, and from Galway to Dublin [D] town, [Em] no maid I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [A] that I met in the [Em] county down.
[G] And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, and from Galway to Dublin town, [D] no maid I've seen
like this sweet calling that I met in the county down.
[Em] [C] [G] [Am]
[Em]
Key:
Em
G
D
C
Bm
Em
G
D
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Near [C] Bambridge town, [G] in the [D] county down, [Em] one morning [B] in July, _ [Em] down the [C] boring [G] came a sweet
[D] calling, [Em] and she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh, she [G] looked so sweet [D] from her two bare feet [Em] to the crown of her nut [E] brown hair.
Such [Em] a wince to [C] mouth [G] that I've pinched myself to [Em] be sure I was really there.
And [G] from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to Dublin [D] _
town, [Em] no maid [C] I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [Am] that I met in the [Em] county down.
As she [C] onward [G] sped I shook my head [Em] and I gazed with a feeling [B]
rare.
[Em] And I said, [C] says I, [G] to a _
[D] passerby, [Em] who's the maid with the nut brown hair.
[G] He smiled at me [D] and with pride says he, [Em] that's the gem of all [Bm] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young [C] Rosie McGann, [G] from the banks [D] of the Bann, [Am] she's the star [A] of the [Em] county down.
_ [G] And from Bantry Bay [D] up to [A]
Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to [D] Dublin town, no maid [C] I've seen [G] like
this sweet [D] calling [E] that I met in the county [Em] _
down.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
At the [C] harvest fair [G] she'll be [D] surely there, [Em] so I'll dress in my [B] Sunday clothes.
[Em] With my shoes [C] shine bright [G] and my hat [D] just right, [Em] when the heart of the nut brown rose. _
No [G] pipe I'll smoke, [D] no horse I'll yoke, and [Em] my plough [Em] will rust [B] and brown.
Till a smiling [C] bride by my own [D] fireside [Em] sits the star of the [Bm] [Em] county down.
And from [G] Bantry Bay [D] up to Derry [Em] Cay, and from Galway to Dublin [D] _ town, [Em] no maid I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [A] that I met in the [Em] county down.
[G] And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, and from Galway to Dublin town, [D] no maid I've seen
like this sweet calling that I met in the county down.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[E] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Near [C] Bambridge town, [G] in the [D] county down, [Em] one morning [B] in July, _ [Em] down the [C] boring [G] came a sweet
[D] calling, [Em] and she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh, she [G] looked so sweet [D] from her two bare feet [Em] to the crown of her nut [E] brown hair.
Such [Em] a wince to [C] mouth [G] that I've pinched myself to [Em] be sure I was really there.
And [G] from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to Dublin [D] _
town, [Em] no maid [C] I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [Am] that I met in the [Em] county down.
As she [C] onward [G] sped I shook my head [Em] and I gazed with a feeling [B]
rare.
[Em] And I said, [C] says I, [G] to a _
[D] passerby, [Em] who's the maid with the nut brown hair.
[G] He smiled at me [D] and with pride says he, [Em] that's the gem of all [Bm] Ireland's crown.
[Em] Young [C] Rosie McGann, [G] from the banks [D] of the Bann, [Am] she's the star [A] of the [Em] county down.
_ [G] And from Bantry Bay [D] up to [A]
Derry Cay, [Em] and from Galway to [D] Dublin town, no maid [C] I've seen [G] like
this sweet [D] calling [E] that I met in the county [Em] _
down.
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
At the [C] harvest fair [G] she'll be [D] surely there, [Em] so I'll dress in my [B] Sunday clothes.
[Em] With my shoes [C] shine bright [G] and my hat [D] just right, [Em] when the heart of the nut brown rose. _
No [G] pipe I'll smoke, [D] no horse I'll yoke, and [Em] my plough [Em] will rust [B] and brown.
Till a smiling [C] bride by my own [D] fireside [Em] sits the star of the [Bm] [Em] county down.
And from [G] Bantry Bay [D] up to Derry [Em] Cay, and from Galway to Dublin [D] _ town, [Em] no maid I've seen
[G] like this sweet [D] calling [A] that I met in the [Em] county down.
[G] And from Bantry Bay up to Derry Cay, and from Galway to Dublin town, [D] no maid I've seen
like this sweet calling that I met in the county down.
_ _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _