Chords for Steeleye Span "Skewball"

Tempo:
125 bpm
Chords used:

G

F

Gm

C

Dm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Steeleye Span "Skewball" chords
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[G]
[Gm]
[F]
[G]
[C] [Gm]
[C] [G]
You [Gm] gallant sportsmen all, come listen to my story,
It's of the Boleskew Ball, that noble [G] racing pony.
Arthur Marvell was the man, that pulled Boleskew Ball over,
He's a diamond of the land, and he rolls about in clover.
The horses were bored out, with saddle, whip and bridle,
And the [Gm] gentlemen did shout, oh and they saw the noble [G] riders.
And some did shout awry, the air was thick [D] with [Gm] curses,
And on the grey Griselda, [F] the sportsmen laid [G] their passer.
[C] [Eb] [G] [Dm]
[Gm]
[F] [G] [F] [C] [G]
[A] [G] [F]
[G]
[F] The trumpet ended song, they shot off like [Gm] an arrow,
They [F] scarcely touched the ground, for the going [Gm] it was narrow.
[C] Then Griselda passed him by, and the gentlemen [Dm] did holler,
[Gm] The [F] grey will win the day, and Skew Ball he will follow.
[G]
[C] [Gm] Then half [F] way round the [G] course, up spoke the noble rider,
Hi-foo [Dm] he must [G] fall back, for she's going like a tiger.
Up spoke the noble horse, ride on my noble master,
For half [Dm] way round the course, [G] and now we'll see who's master.
And when they [Dm] did this [Gm] course, Boleskew Ball flew like lightning,
They chased around the course, and the grain where she was [G] taken.
Ride on my noble lord, for the good [Gm] 200 guineas,
Her saddle shall be on gold, [Dm] when we pick up our winner.
[G] [F]
[Fm] [G] [F] [G]
[C] [G] [Dm] [G]
[F] [G]
[C]
Past the [F] winning [Gm] post, Boleskew Ball threw a five-hand [C] beam,
Horse and [F] rider both ordered cherry [Gm] wine and brandy.
And then they drank [C] a hull, until [Gm] Miss Griselda,
[C] And all [Gm] that was left money [F] on this morning, went to [C] Kildare.
[F] [C] [G] [C] [F]
[G] [F] [C] [G]
[F] [G] [F]
[C] [A] [G] [F]
[Cm] [G] [F]
[G] [C]
[Gm] [F]
Key:  
G
2131
F
134211111
Gm
123111113
C
3211
Dm
2311
G
2131
F
134211111
Gm
123111113
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm] _
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You [Gm] gallant sportsmen all, come listen to my story,
It's of the Boleskew Ball, that noble [G] racing pony.
_ Arthur Marvell was the man, that pulled Boleskew Ball over,
He's a diamond of the land, and he rolls about in clover. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ The horses were bored out, with saddle, whip and bridle,
And the [Gm] gentlemen did shout, oh and they saw the noble [G] riders.
_ And some did shout awry, the air was thick [D] with [Gm] curses,
And on the grey Griselda, [F] the sportsmen laid [G] their passer.
[C] _ [Eb] _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ [A] _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] The trumpet ended song, they shot off like [Gm] an arrow,
They [F] scarcely touched the ground, for the going [Gm] it was narrow.
[C] _ Then Griselda passed him by, and the gentlemen [Dm] did holler,
[Gm] The [F] grey will win the day, and Skew Ball he will follow.
[G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ Then half [F] way round the [G] course, up spoke the noble rider,
Hi-foo [Dm] he must [G] fall back, for she's going like a tiger.
_ Up spoke the noble horse, ride on my noble master,
For half [Dm] way round the course, [G] and now we'll see who's master. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And when they [Dm] did this [Gm] course, Boleskew Ball flew like lightning,
They chased around the course, and the grain where she was [G] taken.
_ Ride on my noble lord, for the good [Gm] 200 guineas,
Her saddle shall be on gold, [Dm] when we pick up our winner. _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Fm] _ _ [G] _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
Past the [F] winning [Gm] post, Boleskew Ball threw a five-hand [C] beam,
Horse and [F] rider both ordered cherry [Gm] wine and brandy.
And then they drank [C] a hull, until [Gm] Miss Griselda,
[C] And all [Gm] that was left money [F] on this morning, went to [C] Kildare.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ [C] _ [G] _ _
[F] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ [F] _
_ [Cm] _ [G] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _

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