Chords for The Butcher Boy - Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
Tempo:
90.325 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Remember that one that everybody loved?
We were over in England recently.
It's an old English folk song.
The Butcher Boy.
You don't mind singing an English song?
Oh no.
It's a good song.
In fact, this [A#] song is known in [G#] America, I [A] think, as what?
Tarrytown.
[A] You sing it.
[D#] It's called The Butcher Boy.
The Irish version.
[E]
[A]
In London [E] city, [A] where I did dwell
[D] The butcher boy I loved [E] right well
He [F#m] courted me, [D] my life away
But [E] now with me [Bm] [A] he will not stay
[E] I wish, I wish, I [A] wish in vain
[D] I wish I was [E] a maid again
A maid [F#m]
again [D] I ne'er will be
Till [F#] cherries [E] grow on [A] an ivy tree
I [E] wish my baby [A] to was born
[D] And smiling on its [E] daddy's knee
And [F#m] me poor [D] girl to be dead and gone
With the [E] long green [B] [G#m] grass grown [A] over me
[C#] She went [E] upstairs to [A] go to bed
[D] And calling to her [E] mother said
Give [F#m] me a chair [D] till I sit down
And a [B] pen and ink till [A] I write down
At [B] every [E] word she [A] dropped a tear
[F#m] [D] And every line cried, [E] O Lady
[B] Oh [F#] what a [F#m] [D] foolish girl was I
To [E] be led astray by a [A] butcher boy
[E] He went upstairs and the [A] door he broke
[D] He found her hiding [B] from a rope
He [F#m] took his knife [D] and he cut her down
[B] And in [G#m] her pocket [B] these [A] words he found
Oh [E] make my grave large, wide [A] and deep
[D] Put a marble stone [Bm] at my [E] head and feet
And [F#m] in the middle [D] a turtle dove
That the [E] world may know that I [C#] died for love
[A]
[D] I died for love
That's never died.
No, never.
All the verses.
There was a wartime version of that, something about
I saw a man in a pub and he [E] sang me a bit sad to hell.
Real up to date.
Very popular.
That's right.
It became very popular in England during the war.
World [F#] War II.
I think even it's a kind of a second cousin of something Rudy [C] Vallee used to sing.
There [G#m] is a tavern in the [F] town Yes, yes.
[E] So I placed a [A] place, turtle [B] dove, to show the world I [E] died for love.
[B] Probably a cousin [A#] of that.
We better hit off after this.
I hope you don't get your voice back by the way so we can come and have the
Take
We were over in England recently.
It's an old English folk song.
The Butcher Boy.
You don't mind singing an English song?
Oh no.
It's a good song.
In fact, this [A#] song is known in [G#] America, I [A] think, as what?
Tarrytown.
[A] You sing it.
[D#] It's called The Butcher Boy.
The Irish version.
[E]
[A]
In London [E] city, [A] where I did dwell
[D] The butcher boy I loved [E] right well
He [F#m] courted me, [D] my life away
But [E] now with me [Bm] [A] he will not stay
[E] I wish, I wish, I [A] wish in vain
[D] I wish I was [E] a maid again
A maid [F#m]
again [D] I ne'er will be
Till [F#] cherries [E] grow on [A] an ivy tree
I [E] wish my baby [A] to was born
[D] And smiling on its [E] daddy's knee
And [F#m] me poor [D] girl to be dead and gone
With the [E] long green [B] [G#m] grass grown [A] over me
[C#] She went [E] upstairs to [A] go to bed
[D] And calling to her [E] mother said
Give [F#m] me a chair [D] till I sit down
And a [B] pen and ink till [A] I write down
At [B] every [E] word she [A] dropped a tear
[F#m] [D] And every line cried, [E] O Lady
[B] Oh [F#] what a [F#m] [D] foolish girl was I
To [E] be led astray by a [A] butcher boy
[E] He went upstairs and the [A] door he broke
[D] He found her hiding [B] from a rope
He [F#m] took his knife [D] and he cut her down
[B] And in [G#m] her pocket [B] these [A] words he found
Oh [E] make my grave large, wide [A] and deep
[D] Put a marble stone [Bm] at my [E] head and feet
And [F#m] in the middle [D] a turtle dove
That the [E] world may know that I [C#] died for love
[A]
[D] I died for love
That's never died.
No, never.
All the verses.
There was a wartime version of that, something about
I saw a man in a pub and he [E] sang me a bit sad to hell.
Real up to date.
Very popular.
That's right.
It became very popular in England during the war.
World [F#] War II.
I think even it's a kind of a second cousin of something Rudy [C] Vallee used to sing.
There [G#m] is a tavern in the [F] town Yes, yes.
[E] So I placed a [A] place, turtle [B] dove, to show the world I [E] died for love.
[B] Probably a cousin [A#] of that.
We better hit off after this.
I hope you don't get your voice back by the way so we can come and have the
Take
Key:
E
A
D
B
F#m
E
A
D
Remember that one that everybody loved?
We were over in England recently.
It's an old English folk song.
The Butcher Boy.
You don't mind singing an English song?
Oh no.
It's a good song.
In fact, this [A#] song is known in [G#] America, I [A] think, as what?
Tarrytown.
[A] You sing it.
[D#] It's called The Butcher Boy.
The Irish version.
_ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
In London [E] city, _ _ [A] where I did dwell
_ [D] The butcher boy I loved [E] right well
He [F#m] courted me, [D] my life away
But [E] now with me _ [Bm] [A] he will not stay _
[E] I wish, I wish, I [A] wish in vain
[D] I wish I _ was [E] a maid again
_ A maid [F#m] _
again [D] I ne'er will _ be
Till [F#] cherries [E] grow _ on [A] an ivy tree
_ I [E] wish my _ baby [A] to was born
[D] And smiling _ on its [E] daddy's knee
And [F#m] me poor _ [D] girl to be dead and gone
With the [E] long green _ [B] [G#m] grass grown [A] over me
[C#] She went [E] upstairs _ to [A] go to bed
_ [D] And calling to _ her [E] mother said
Give [F#m] me a chair [D] till I sit down
And a [B] pen and ink till [A] I write down
At [B] every [E] _ word she [A] dropped a tear
[F#m] _ [D] And every line cried, [E] O Lady
[B] _ Oh [F#] what a _ [F#m] [D] foolish girl was I
To [E] be led astray _ by a [A] butcher boy
_ [E] He went upstairs and the [A] door he broke
[D] He found her _ hiding [B] from a rope
He [F#m] took his knife [D] and he cut her down _
[B] And in [G#m] her pocket [B] these [A] words he found
Oh [E] make my _ grave large, wide [A] and deep
[D] Put a marble stone _ [Bm] at my [E] head and feet
And [F#m] in the middle _ [D] a turtle dove
That the [E] world may know that I [C#] died for love
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] I died for love
That's never died.
No, never.
_ All the verses. _
There was a wartime version of that, something about
I saw a man in a pub and he [E] sang me a bit sad to hell.
Real up to date.
Very popular.
That's right.
It became very popular in England during the war.
World [F#] War II.
I think even it's a kind of a second cousin of something Rudy [C] Vallee used to sing.
There [G#m] is a tavern in the [F] town Yes, yes.
[E] So I placed a [A] place, turtle [B] dove, to show the world I [E] died for love.
_ [B] Probably a cousin [A#] of that.
We better hit off after this.
I hope you don't get your voice back by the way so we can come and have the
Take
We were over in England recently.
It's an old English folk song.
The Butcher Boy.
You don't mind singing an English song?
Oh no.
It's a good song.
In fact, this [A#] song is known in [G#] America, I [A] think, as what?
Tarrytown.
[A] You sing it.
[D#] It's called The Butcher Boy.
The Irish version.
_ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
In London [E] city, _ _ [A] where I did dwell
_ [D] The butcher boy I loved [E] right well
He [F#m] courted me, [D] my life away
But [E] now with me _ [Bm] [A] he will not stay _
[E] I wish, I wish, I [A] wish in vain
[D] I wish I _ was [E] a maid again
_ A maid [F#m] _
again [D] I ne'er will _ be
Till [F#] cherries [E] grow _ on [A] an ivy tree
_ I [E] wish my _ baby [A] to was born
[D] And smiling _ on its [E] daddy's knee
And [F#m] me poor _ [D] girl to be dead and gone
With the [E] long green _ [B] [G#m] grass grown [A] over me
[C#] She went [E] upstairs _ to [A] go to bed
_ [D] And calling to _ her [E] mother said
Give [F#m] me a chair [D] till I sit down
And a [B] pen and ink till [A] I write down
At [B] every [E] _ word she [A] dropped a tear
[F#m] _ [D] And every line cried, [E] O Lady
[B] _ Oh [F#] what a _ [F#m] [D] foolish girl was I
To [E] be led astray _ by a [A] butcher boy
_ [E] He went upstairs and the [A] door he broke
[D] He found her _ hiding [B] from a rope
He [F#m] took his knife [D] and he cut her down _
[B] And in [G#m] her pocket [B] these [A] words he found
Oh [E] make my _ grave large, wide [A] and deep
[D] Put a marble stone _ [Bm] at my [E] head and feet
And [F#m] in the middle _ [D] a turtle dove
That the [E] world may know that I [C#] died for love
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] I died for love
That's never died.
No, never.
_ All the verses. _
There was a wartime version of that, something about
I saw a man in a pub and he [E] sang me a bit sad to hell.
Real up to date.
Very popular.
That's right.
It became very popular in England during the war.
World [F#] War II.
I think even it's a kind of a second cousin of something Rudy [C] Vallee used to sing.
There [G#m] is a tavern in the [F] town Yes, yes.
[E] So I placed a [A] place, turtle [B] dove, to show the world I [E] died for love.
_ [B] Probably a cousin [A#] of that.
We better hit off after this.
I hope you don't get your voice back by the way so we can come and have the
Take