Chords for The Brown Haired Woman - Seosaimhin Ni Bheaglaoich

_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
I lean on all around this tomb of [A] Roddenbough,
This seated [A] as the hound is the flour sheen.
Likewise [Bm] your features round, excelling lady browns,
More equals can't be found in [Bm] Sinocha.
_ _ If I [E] had a thousand pounds, [B] lay the [A] money down,
I'd [B] be a million pounds [A] without [B] a penny.
_ _ I'd be a million pounds without a penny.
I'd be a million [A] pounds [Bm] without _ a penny.
[E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ I don't want to [B] hear your name,
I don't [F#m] want to hear your name,
But I don't want to hear your name.
_ _ [F#] I believe you are for sport,
So I beg you [F#m] let me learn,
I [F#m] believe you are for sport,
So I beg you let me learn,
[F#] _ If _ [F#m] I had my friends a dew [F#] from _ _ [Bm] _
Lichcombe,
Father, do the trochter in,
[B] I believe I'd stay at home and never go [F#m] to Rome.
I believe you are for sport,
So [Bm] I beg you let me learn, _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _ _
[F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[B] I believe you are for sport,
_ So I beg you let me learn,
[A] _
[B] I believe you are for sport,
So I beg you [A] let me learn, _ _ _
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ I [B] believe you _ are for _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] sport,
[B] So I beg you let me learn,
So I beg you let me learn,
So I beg you let me learn,
So I beg you let me learn,
I believe you are for sport,
_ _ [F#] So I beg you let me learn,
A little silver tongue,
I [F#m] think is moving young,
[F#] Chattering and fluttering won't coax me,
I'll yell [F#] in shed of flee,
Some count [F#m] of the hick'ry,
Nor be back of it,
May Valour let it [B] gnaw he.
_ _ _ Can't you [A] come and try,
[Bm] In this usual [A] find,
[Bm] A friend lit the [A] rubber,
Look a [B] store [A] agree,
I'll buy you decent [B] shoes,
[E] Silks and satin [A] clothes,
[Bm] Since I've lived,
Shall [A] the hawk of feet,
[E] I'll go [Bm] sting. _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ You're [F#m] ranting can't I [F#] hate,
And your [F#m] idle silly pray,
_ To spread but to stall,
I must get my [F#] parents led,
Before I [F#m] misbehave,
Finish a hard keen,
Oh is _ possum.
_ [F#] My charming [A] lovely dear,
[B] Heart is in [A] the flame,
[Bm] So huggle me to the beam,
I'll run [A] again,
It is the [Bm] law,
_ [A] If you don't ease my grief,
And grant [A] me some relief,
She shall not whisper,
How they'll make a [E] broad [Bm] she.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _
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