Chords for The DublinersThe Ballad of Saint Anne's Reel
Tempo:
120.9 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
and reed.
He was standing in some tiny [C] town on [G] Fair Prince Edward Island waiting for a ship to [D] come and find him.
[C] One horse [G] place, a friendly face, some coffee and [C] a tiny [G] place, fiddling [D] in the distance.
[G]
Time crossed, counted [C] and shy.
Hello [G] a brand new friend.
Walk along the street [D] in the wintry weather.
[C] The yellow [G] light and open door, a welcome [C] friend, a little room for [G] more.
Soon they're standing there inside together.
[D] Did I hear that tune before [C] somewhere?
Well I can't [G] remember when.
[D] Was it on some other friend?
Be sure did I [Em] hear it on the wind.
Was it written [D] on the sky [C] above?
I think I heard it [G] from someone I [C] love.
Never [D] heard it sound so [G] sweet since then.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
Well how his feet begin to tap.
[C] The little [G] boy says I'll take your hat he's cut up, in the magic [D] of his smile.
[C] Then leaps the [G] heart inside him.
When an [C] oaf across the floor [G] he sent his company [D] buddy [G] graceful as a child.
[D] There's magic in the fiddler's arm [C] and there's magic in [G] this [D] town.
Magic in the dancer's feet and the [Em] way they put them down.
[G] Smiling [D] people [C] everywhere, boots [G] and ribbons and locks of [C] hair, laughter in [D] old blue suits and [G] Easter gown.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
Well the sailors gone, the room is [C] bare, the old [G] piano's sitting there.
Someone's not stepped hanging [D] on the rack.
[C] Some empty [G] chair, the wooden floor, that feel the [C] touch of shoes no more.
[D] Waiting for the [G] dancers to come back.
[D] And the fiddle's in, they trotted [C] off some dawner [G] of the town.
[D] The string gone broke and the bow [C] was gone and the case [Em] is buttoned down.
[G] Well often [D] on [C] December nights when the air is cold and the wind is light, there's a melody [D] come passing [G] through this town.
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
He was standing in some tiny [C] town on [G] Fair Prince Edward Island waiting for a ship to [D] come and find him.
[C] One horse [G] place, a friendly face, some coffee and [C] a tiny [G] place, fiddling [D] in the distance.
[G]
Time crossed, counted [C] and shy.
Hello [G] a brand new friend.
Walk along the street [D] in the wintry weather.
[C] The yellow [G] light and open door, a welcome [C] friend, a little room for [G] more.
Soon they're standing there inside together.
[D] Did I hear that tune before [C] somewhere?
Well I can't [G] remember when.
[D] Was it on some other friend?
Be sure did I [Em] hear it on the wind.
Was it written [D] on the sky [C] above?
I think I heard it [G] from someone I [C] love.
Never [D] heard it sound so [G] sweet since then.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
Well how his feet begin to tap.
[C] The little [G] boy says I'll take your hat he's cut up, in the magic [D] of his smile.
[C] Then leaps the [G] heart inside him.
When an [C] oaf across the floor [G] he sent his company [D] buddy [G] graceful as a child.
[D] There's magic in the fiddler's arm [C] and there's magic in [G] this [D] town.
Magic in the dancer's feet and the [Em] way they put them down.
[G] Smiling [D] people [C] everywhere, boots [G] and ribbons and locks of [C] hair, laughter in [D] old blue suits and [G] Easter gown.
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
Well the sailors gone, the room is [C] bare, the old [G] piano's sitting there.
Someone's not stepped hanging [D] on the rack.
[C] Some empty [G] chair, the wooden floor, that feel the [C] touch of shoes no more.
[D] Waiting for the [G] dancers to come back.
[D] And the fiddle's in, they trotted [C] off some dawner [G] of the town.
[D] The string gone broke and the bow [C] was gone and the case [Em] is buttoned down.
[G] Well often [D] on [C] December nights when the air is cold and the wind is light, there's a melody [D] come passing [G] through this town.
[D] [G] [D]
[G] [A]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
[G] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
Key:
G
D
C
A
Em
G
D
C
and reed.
He was standing in some tiny [C] town on [G] Fair Prince Edward Island waiting for a ship to [D] come and find him.
_ [C] One horse [G] place, a friendly face, some coffee and [C] a tiny [G] place, fiddling [D] in the distance.
[G] _ _ _
_ Time crossed, counted [C] and shy.
Hello [G] a brand new friend.
Walk along the street [D] in the wintry weather. _ _
[C] The yellow [G] light and open door, a welcome [C] friend, a little room for [G] more.
Soon they're standing there inside together. _ _
[D] Did I hear that tune before [C] somewhere?
Well I can't [G] remember when.
[D] Was it on some other friend?
Be sure did I [Em] hear it on the wind. _
Was it written [D] on the sky [C] above?
I think I heard it [G] from someone I [C] love.
Never [D] heard it sound so [G] sweet since then. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well how his feet begin to tap.
[C] The little [G] boy says I'll take your hat he's cut up, in the magic [D] of his smile.
_ [C] Then leaps the [G] heart inside him.
When an [C] oaf across the floor [G] he sent his company [D] buddy [G] graceful as a child.
_ [D] There's magic in the fiddler's arm [C] and there's magic in [G] this [D] town.
Magic in the dancer's feet and the [Em] way they put them down.
_ _ [G] Smiling [D] people [C] everywhere, boots [G] and ribbons and locks of [C] hair, laughter in [D] old blue suits and [G] Easter gown.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well the sailors gone, the room is [C] bare, the old [G] piano's sitting there.
Someone's not stepped hanging [D] on the rack.
_ [C] Some empty [G] chair, the wooden floor, that feel the [C] touch of shoes no more.
[D] Waiting for the [G] dancers to come back.
_ [D] And the fiddle's in, they trotted [C] off some dawner [G] of the town.
[D] The string gone broke and the bow [C] was gone and the case [Em] is buttoned down.
_ [G] Well often [D] on [C] December nights when the air is cold and the wind is light, there's a melody [D] come passing [G] through this town.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
He was standing in some tiny [C] town on [G] Fair Prince Edward Island waiting for a ship to [D] come and find him.
_ [C] One horse [G] place, a friendly face, some coffee and [C] a tiny [G] place, fiddling [D] in the distance.
[G] _ _ _
_ Time crossed, counted [C] and shy.
Hello [G] a brand new friend.
Walk along the street [D] in the wintry weather. _ _
[C] The yellow [G] light and open door, a welcome [C] friend, a little room for [G] more.
Soon they're standing there inside together. _ _
[D] Did I hear that tune before [C] somewhere?
Well I can't [G] remember when.
[D] Was it on some other friend?
Be sure did I [Em] hear it on the wind. _
Was it written [D] on the sky [C] above?
I think I heard it [G] from someone I [C] love.
Never [D] heard it sound so [G] sweet since then. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well how his feet begin to tap.
[C] The little [G] boy says I'll take your hat he's cut up, in the magic [D] of his smile.
_ [C] Then leaps the [G] heart inside him.
When an [C] oaf across the floor [G] he sent his company [D] buddy [G] graceful as a child.
_ [D] There's magic in the fiddler's arm [C] and there's magic in [G] this [D] town.
Magic in the dancer's feet and the [Em] way they put them down.
_ _ [G] Smiling [D] people [C] everywhere, boots [G] and ribbons and locks of [C] hair, laughter in [D] old blue suits and [G] Easter gown.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Well the sailors gone, the room is [C] bare, the old [G] piano's sitting there.
Someone's not stepped hanging [D] on the rack.
_ [C] Some empty [G] chair, the wooden floor, that feel the [C] touch of shoes no more.
[D] Waiting for the [G] dancers to come back.
_ [D] And the fiddle's in, they trotted [C] off some dawner [G] of the town.
[D] The string gone broke and the bow [C] was gone and the case [Em] is buttoned down.
_ [G] Well often [D] on [C] December nights when the air is cold and the wind is light, there's a melody [D] come passing [G] through this town.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
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