Chords for The Croppy Boy - Willie Brady
Tempo:
138.5 bpm
Chords used:
B
C#
F#
G#m
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [D#] [B]
[C#] [B] Good men [D#] and true in this house who [C#] dwell, To a stranger Buchol I pray you tell,
[B] Is the priest at home and may he be seen?
[F#] I would [F] speak a word with Father [B] Green.
The priest's at home and may he [C#] be seen, Tis easy speaking with Father Green.
[B] But first you must wait till I go and see, If the Holy Father [F#] alone may be.
[G#m] Well the youth has entered an empty [C#] hall, What a lonely [F#] sound has his light [C#] footfall,
[B] And the gloomy chamber chill and bare, With a vested [F] priest in a [F#] lonely chair.
The youth [G#m] has knelt to tell [C#] his sins, [G#m] In [F#] ominous day the youth [C#] begins,
[G#] But may a culpa he [B] beats his breast, [D#m] And in broken [B] murmurs he speaks the [F#] rest.
At the [D#m] siege of [G#m] Rusted my [C#] father fall, And at Gorry my loving brother's all,
I [G#] alone am left of my name and rest.
[B] I will go to Wexford and [F#] take their place,
And I curse [B] three times since last [C#] Easter day, [B] Well at mass [C#] time [F#] once I went to [C#] play.
[B] I passed the churchyard one day in haste, And forgot to pray for my [F#] mother's rest.
I bear [B] no hate against [C#] living thing, [Bm] But I love [F#] my country above [C#] my king,
[B] Now Father bless me and let me go, God has [C#] ordained it so.
[F#]
The [B] priest said not, what a [C#] rustling noise, May the youth look up in wild surprise.
[B] The robes were off and in scarlet there, Sat a yeoman captain with [F#] fiery glare.
With [D#m] fiery glare [C#] and with fury hoarse, Instead of a blessing he shouts a curse.
It [B] was a good thought boy to come here and strive, [F#] For one [G#m] short hour is your [F#] time to live.
Upon [G#m] you river three [C#] tenders float, [B] The priest's [C#] in one if he isn't shut.
[B] We hold his house for our lord the king, [F#] And amen [B] say I, may all [C#]
traitors swing.
[D#m] [B] [C#] [N]
[C#] [B] Good men [D#] and true in this house who [C#] dwell, To a stranger Buchol I pray you tell,
[B] Is the priest at home and may he be seen?
[F#] I would [F] speak a word with Father [B] Green.
The priest's at home and may he [C#] be seen, Tis easy speaking with Father Green.
[B] But first you must wait till I go and see, If the Holy Father [F#] alone may be.
[G#m] Well the youth has entered an empty [C#] hall, What a lonely [F#] sound has his light [C#] footfall,
[B] And the gloomy chamber chill and bare, With a vested [F] priest in a [F#] lonely chair.
The youth [G#m] has knelt to tell [C#] his sins, [G#m] In [F#] ominous day the youth [C#] begins,
[G#] But may a culpa he [B] beats his breast, [D#m] And in broken [B] murmurs he speaks the [F#] rest.
At the [D#m] siege of [G#m] Rusted my [C#] father fall, And at Gorry my loving brother's all,
I [G#] alone am left of my name and rest.
[B] I will go to Wexford and [F#] take their place,
And I curse [B] three times since last [C#] Easter day, [B] Well at mass [C#] time [F#] once I went to [C#] play.
[B] I passed the churchyard one day in haste, And forgot to pray for my [F#] mother's rest.
I bear [B] no hate against [C#] living thing, [Bm] But I love [F#] my country above [C#] my king,
[B] Now Father bless me and let me go, God has [C#] ordained it so.
[F#]
The [B] priest said not, what a [C#] rustling noise, May the youth look up in wild surprise.
[B] The robes were off and in scarlet there, Sat a yeoman captain with [F#] fiery glare.
With [D#m] fiery glare [C#] and with fury hoarse, Instead of a blessing he shouts a curse.
It [B] was a good thought boy to come here and strive, [F#] For one [G#m] short hour is your [F#] time to live.
Upon [G#m] you river three [C#] tenders float, [B] The priest's [C#] in one if he isn't shut.
[B] We hold his house for our lord the king, [F#] And amen [B] say I, may all [C#]
traitors swing.
[D#m] [B] [C#] [N]
Key:
B
C#
F#
G#m
D#m
B
C#
F#
[F#] _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] Good men [D#] and true in this house who [C#] dwell, To a stranger Buchol I pray you tell,
[B] Is the priest at home and may he be seen?
[F#] I would [F] speak a word with Father [B] Green.
_ _ The priest's at home and may he [C#] be seen, Tis easy speaking with Father _ Green.
[B] But first you must wait till I go and see, If the Holy Father [F#] alone may be. _
[G#m] Well the youth has entered an empty [C#] hall, What a lonely [F#] sound has his light [C#] footfall,
[B] And the gloomy chamber chill and bare, With a vested [F] priest in a [F#] lonely chair.
The youth [G#m] has knelt to tell [C#] his sins, [G#m] In [F#] ominous day the youth [C#] begins,
[G#] But may a culpa he [B] beats his breast, [D#m] And in broken [B] murmurs he speaks the [F#] rest.
At the [D#m] siege of [G#m] Rusted my [C#] father fall, _ And at Gorry my loving brother's all,
I [G#] alone am left of my name and rest.
_ [B] I will go to Wexford and [F#] take their place,
And I curse [B] three times since last [C#] Easter day, _ [B] Well at mass [C#] time [F#] once I went to [C#] play.
_ _ [B] I passed the churchyard one day in haste, And forgot to pray for my _ [F#] mother's rest. _
I bear [B] no hate against [C#] living thing, [Bm] But I love [F#] my country above [C#] my king,
[B] Now Father bless me and let me go, _ _ _ God has [C#] ordained it so.
[F#] _
The [B] priest said not, what a [C#] rustling noise, May the youth look up in wild surprise. _
[B] The robes were off and in scarlet there, Sat a yeoman captain with [F#] fiery glare.
With [D#m] fiery glare [C#] and with fury hoarse, Instead of a blessing he shouts a curse.
It [B] was a good thought boy to come here and strive, [F#] For one [G#m] short hour is your [F#] time to live.
_ Upon [G#m] you river three [C#] tenders float, [B] The priest's [C#] in one if he isn't shut.
[B] We hold his house for our lord the king, [F#] And amen [B] say I, may all [C#]
traitors swing.
_ [D#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [B] Good men [D#] and true in this house who [C#] dwell, To a stranger Buchol I pray you tell,
[B] Is the priest at home and may he be seen?
[F#] I would [F] speak a word with Father [B] Green.
_ _ The priest's at home and may he [C#] be seen, Tis easy speaking with Father _ Green.
[B] But first you must wait till I go and see, If the Holy Father [F#] alone may be. _
[G#m] Well the youth has entered an empty [C#] hall, What a lonely [F#] sound has his light [C#] footfall,
[B] And the gloomy chamber chill and bare, With a vested [F] priest in a [F#] lonely chair.
The youth [G#m] has knelt to tell [C#] his sins, [G#m] In [F#] ominous day the youth [C#] begins,
[G#] But may a culpa he [B] beats his breast, [D#m] And in broken [B] murmurs he speaks the [F#] rest.
At the [D#m] siege of [G#m] Rusted my [C#] father fall, _ And at Gorry my loving brother's all,
I [G#] alone am left of my name and rest.
_ [B] I will go to Wexford and [F#] take their place,
And I curse [B] three times since last [C#] Easter day, _ [B] Well at mass [C#] time [F#] once I went to [C#] play.
_ _ [B] I passed the churchyard one day in haste, And forgot to pray for my _ [F#] mother's rest. _
I bear [B] no hate against [C#] living thing, [Bm] But I love [F#] my country above [C#] my king,
[B] Now Father bless me and let me go, _ _ _ God has [C#] ordained it so.
[F#] _
The [B] priest said not, what a [C#] rustling noise, May the youth look up in wild surprise. _
[B] The robes were off and in scarlet there, Sat a yeoman captain with [F#] fiery glare.
With [D#m] fiery glare [C#] and with fury hoarse, Instead of a blessing he shouts a curse.
It [B] was a good thought boy to come here and strive, [F#] For one [G#m] short hour is your [F#] time to live.
_ Upon [G#m] you river three [C#] tenders float, [B] The priest's [C#] in one if he isn't shut.
[B] We hold his house for our lord the king, [F#] And amen [B] say I, may all [C#]
traitors swing.
_ [D#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _