Chords for Slattery's Mounted Foot - Willie Brady
Tempo:
110.55 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
G#m
G#
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [G#] [G#m] [C#]
[F#] You've heard of Julius Caesar and the great Napoleon too,
[C#] And how the Cork [F#] militia beat [G#m] the Turks [G#] at [C#] Waterloo.
[F#] But there's a page of glory that has yet remains uncut,
[Fm] And that's the [F#] warlike story of the Stattery Mounted Foot.
[C#] This gallant band [F#] was organized [C#] by Stattery's eldest [F#] son,
[C#] A noble-minded [F#] poacher with a [B] double [C#] breasted gun.
And many a [F#] head was opened high and many an eye was shut,
[G#m] While learning to [F#] maneuver in the Stattery Mounted Foot.
And down from the mountain [C#] came the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [F#] men and a couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, held [C#] each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's [F#] Mounted Foot.
Well first we recognized her ground, O Sullivan, she been.
[C#] It used [F#] to be the [G#m] shophouse, but we called it [C#] the canteen.
[F#] But there we saw a notice that the bravest heart unnerved,
[C#] A liquor must [F#] be settled for before the drink is served.
[C#] So on we [F#] marched, but soon [C#] again each warrior's [F#] heart repaled,
[C#] For rising [F#] high in front of us [D#m] we saw the [C#] county jail.
[F#] And when the army faced a bout was just in time to find,
[G#] A couple of stout policemen [C#] had surrounded us [F#]
behind.
Still down from the mountains came [C#] the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [B] men and a [F#] couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with [F#] Stattery's Mounted Foot.
They reached the mountain safely, though all stiff and sore with cramp,
[C#] Each took a whet [F#] of whiskey neat [B] to [G#] dissipate [C#] the damp.
[F#] And when they loaded all their pipes full, Stattery upped and said,
[Fm] Today's a martin [F#] fight will be [C#] remembered [F#] by the dead.
[C#] I never [F#] shall forget, he [C#] says, while this brave [F#] heart shall beat,
[C#] The eager way [F#] you followed when [G#m] I headed the [C#] retreat.
You [F#] preferred the soldier's maxim when desisting from the strife,
Best be a coward for five [C#] minutes than a dead man [F#] all your life.
And there in the mountains [C#] lay the squadrons and platoons,
Four and twenty fine men [B] and a couple [F#] of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's
[F#] You've heard of Julius Caesar and the great Napoleon too,
[C#] And how the Cork [F#] militia beat [G#m] the Turks [G#] at [C#] Waterloo.
[F#] But there's a page of glory that has yet remains uncut,
[Fm] And that's the [F#] warlike story of the Stattery Mounted Foot.
[C#] This gallant band [F#] was organized [C#] by Stattery's eldest [F#] son,
[C#] A noble-minded [F#] poacher with a [B] double [C#] breasted gun.
And many a [F#] head was opened high and many an eye was shut,
[G#m] While learning to [F#] maneuver in the Stattery Mounted Foot.
And down from the mountain [C#] came the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [F#] men and a couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, held [C#] each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's [F#] Mounted Foot.
Well first we recognized her ground, O Sullivan, she been.
[C#] It used [F#] to be the [G#m] shophouse, but we called it [C#] the canteen.
[F#] But there we saw a notice that the bravest heart unnerved,
[C#] A liquor must [F#] be settled for before the drink is served.
[C#] So on we [F#] marched, but soon [C#] again each warrior's [F#] heart repaled,
[C#] For rising [F#] high in front of us [D#m] we saw the [C#] county jail.
[F#] And when the army faced a bout was just in time to find,
[G#] A couple of stout policemen [C#] had surrounded us [F#]
behind.
Still down from the mountains came [C#] the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [B] men and a [F#] couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with [F#] Stattery's Mounted Foot.
They reached the mountain safely, though all stiff and sore with cramp,
[C#] Each took a whet [F#] of whiskey neat [B] to [G#] dissipate [C#] the damp.
[F#] And when they loaded all their pipes full, Stattery upped and said,
[Fm] Today's a martin [F#] fight will be [C#] remembered [F#] by the dead.
[C#] I never [F#] shall forget, he [C#] says, while this brave [F#] heart shall beat,
[C#] The eager way [F#] you followed when [G#m] I headed the [C#] retreat.
You [F#] preferred the soldier's maxim when desisting from the strife,
Best be a coward for five [C#] minutes than a dead man [F#] all your life.
And there in the mountains [C#] lay the squadrons and platoons,
Four and twenty fine men [B] and a couple [F#] of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's
Key:
F#
C#
G#m
G#
B
F#
C#
G#m
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ [G#m] _ [C#] _
[F#] _ _ _ You've heard of Julius Caesar and the great Napoleon too,
[C#] And how the Cork [F#] militia beat [G#m] the Turks [G#] at [C#] Waterloo.
[F#] But there's a page of glory that has yet remains uncut,
[Fm] And that's the [F#] warlike story of the Stattery Mounted Foot.
[C#] This gallant band [F#] was organized [C#] by Stattery's eldest [F#] son,
[C#] A noble-minded [F#] poacher with a [B] double [C#] breasted gun.
And many a [F#] head was opened high and many an eye was shut,
[G#m] While learning to [F#] maneuver in the Stattery Mounted Foot.
And down from the mountain [C#] came the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [F#] men and a couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, held [C#] each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's [F#] Mounted Foot.
_ _ _ Well first we recognized her ground, O Sullivan, she been.
[C#] It used [F#] to be the [G#m] shophouse, but we called it [C#] the canteen.
[F#] But there we saw a notice that the bravest heart unnerved,
[C#] A liquor must [F#] be settled for before the drink is served.
[C#] So on we [F#] marched, but soon [C#] again each warrior's [F#] heart repaled,
[C#] For rising [F#] high in front of us [D#m] we saw the [C#] county jail.
[F#] And when the army faced a bout was just in time to find,
[G#] A couple of stout policemen [C#] had surrounded us [F#]
behind.
Still down from the mountains came [C#] the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [B] men and a [F#] couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with [F#] Stattery's Mounted Foot. _
_ _ _ They reached the mountain safely, though all stiff and sore with cramp,
[C#] Each took a whet [F#] of whiskey neat [B] to [G#] dissipate [C#] the damp.
[F#] And when they loaded all their pipes full, Stattery upped and said,
[Fm] Today's a martin [F#] fight will be [C#] remembered [F#] by the dead.
[C#] I never [F#] shall forget, he [C#] says, while this brave [F#] heart shall beat,
[C#] The eager way [F#] you followed when [G#m] I headed the [C#] retreat.
You [F#] preferred the soldier's maxim when desisting from the strife,
Best be a coward for five [C#] minutes than a dead man [F#] all your life.
And there in the mountains [C#] lay the squadrons and platoons,
Four and twenty fine men [B] and a couple [F#] of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's
[F#] _ _ _ You've heard of Julius Caesar and the great Napoleon too,
[C#] And how the Cork [F#] militia beat [G#m] the Turks [G#] at [C#] Waterloo.
[F#] But there's a page of glory that has yet remains uncut,
[Fm] And that's the [F#] warlike story of the Stattery Mounted Foot.
[C#] This gallant band [F#] was organized [C#] by Stattery's eldest [F#] son,
[C#] A noble-minded [F#] poacher with a [B] double [C#] breasted gun.
And many a [F#] head was opened high and many an eye was shut,
[G#m] While learning to [F#] maneuver in the Stattery Mounted Foot.
And down from the mountain [C#] came the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [F#] men and a couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, held [C#] each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's [F#] Mounted Foot.
_ _ _ Well first we recognized her ground, O Sullivan, she been.
[C#] It used [F#] to be the [G#m] shophouse, but we called it [C#] the canteen.
[F#] But there we saw a notice that the bravest heart unnerved,
[C#] A liquor must [F#] be settled for before the drink is served.
[C#] So on we [F#] marched, but soon [C#] again each warrior's [F#] heart repaled,
[C#] For rising [F#] high in front of us [D#m] we saw the [C#] county jail.
[F#] And when the army faced a bout was just in time to find,
[G#] A couple of stout policemen [C#] had surrounded us [F#]
behind.
Still down from the mountains came [C#] the squadrons and the two,
Four and twenty fine [B] men and a [F#] couple of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with [F#] Stattery's Mounted Foot. _
_ _ _ They reached the mountain safely, though all stiff and sore with cramp,
[C#] Each took a whet [F#] of whiskey neat [B] to [G#] dissipate [C#] the damp.
[F#] And when they loaded all their pipes full, Stattery upped and said,
[Fm] Today's a martin [F#] fight will be [C#] remembered [F#] by the dead.
[C#] I never [F#] shall forget, he [C#] says, while this brave [F#] heart shall beat,
[C#] The eager way [F#] you followed when [G#m] I headed the [C#] retreat.
You [F#] preferred the soldier's maxim when desisting from the strife,
Best be a coward for five [C#] minutes than a dead man [F#] all your life.
And there in the mountains [C#] lay the squadrons and platoons,
Four and twenty fine men [B] and a couple [F#] of stout bassoons.
When going into action, [C#] held each musket by the butt,
We sang a song and marched along with Stattery's