Chords for The Irish Brigade - Medley Broad Black Brimmer,OFF To Dublin,Helicopter Song

Tempo:
122.3 bpm
Chords used:

G

D

C

A

Em

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Irish Brigade - Medley Broad Black Brimmer,OFF To Dublin,Helicopter Song chords
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[G] We're merely starting off one called the Broad Black Brimmer.
[Gm]
[G] [C] [G]
[Em] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[Em] [D] [G]
[C] [G]
[A] [D]
[G] [C] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[Em]
[G] This is the [C] sound of a bunch of swine [G]
shooting.
So [D] this is the Broad Black Brimmer out [G] of the hands.
[D] It's just a broad black [G] brimmer.
[C] A swinging, swinging [D] sword.
[Em] And a careless guess of many the time from Briggs.
[G] And the whole stride's cold, [C] so long as they [G] hit the board.
And Reed's his [D] arm goes trimmer at the [G]
knees.
[C] A south-right blast, [G] and a muggle leg is slung.
[Em] And a host of lads in an empty venue turn red.
[G] When men come Irish in the [C] mold, the one shall [G] choose [D] the limo.
We're the Broad [Em] Black Brimmer [D] of the [G] IRA.
When men come Irish freedom, [C] the one shall choose [G] the limo.
We'll be the rubbish that are [Em] the guts of [D] the IRA.
[G]
[C] [G] [A] [D]
Oh, I am a merry cowboy, [A] and I'm proud to be a [D] Friday.
[A] Till the sudden thought came to my mind that I should run [D] away.
For I'm sick and tired [A] of slavery since the day that I [D] was born.
[A] And I'm off to join the IRA.
I'm off tomorrow [D] morn.
And we're all up to nothing [A] in the green.
With the helmets, the list, [D] and the sun.
[A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crash.
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
Well, some men [A] fight for silver, and some men fight [D] for gold.
[A] But the IRA are fighting for a land that the [D] Saxons know.
And we're all up to nothing [A] in the green.
With the helmets, the list, [D] and the sun.
Where [A] the bayonets flash, the rifles crash.
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
[G]
One early [C] morning the branch [G] men were sleeping.
A little [Em] helicopter [A] flew across the sky.
[G] Into [C] the yard where some prisoners [G] were living.
[C] Get ready [G] for [D] inspection, send the [G] warder in the jive.
And it's up like a bird, [C] and it's [G] over the city.
Three [Em] men are missing, [A] I heard a [D] warder cry.
[G] It must have been a bird [C] that [G] flew into the prison.
[C] Or [G] one of [D] those new ministers.
Send the warder in [G] the jive.
Well, down in the yard, amidst [C] the pushing [G] and the shoving.
Three of [Em] the prisoners [A] jumped [D] into the bird.
[G] Up and [C] away [G] into the blue [D] sky.
[C] I think [G] someone's escaping.
[D] Send the [G] warder in the jive.
And it's up like a bird, [C] and it's [G]
over the city.
Three [Em] men are missing, [D] I heard a warder cry.
[G] Sure, it must have been a bird [C] that flew [G] into the prison.
[C] Or one of [G] those [D] new ministers.
Send the warder [G] in the jive.
Well, search every hole, [C] search every [G] nook and cranny.
Let [Em] no man rest, [A] till these prisoners [D] are found.
[G] For this cannot happen [C] to a law [G] and order government.
We [C] think [Am] you'll never find [D] them.
Send the warder [G] in the jive.
And it's up like a bird, and it's over the city.
Three men [Em] are missing, [A] I heard [D] a warder cry.
[G] It must have been a bird [C] that flew [G] into the prison.
[C] Or one [Em] of those new [D] ministers.
Send the warder in [C] my [G] jive.
[C] [N]
Key:  
G
2131
D
1321
C
3211
A
1231
Em
121
G
2131
D
1321
C
3211
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[G] _ _ _ We're merely starting off one called the Broad Black Brimmer.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ This is the [C] sound of a bunch of swine [G]
shooting.
So [D] this is the Broad Black Brimmer out [G] of the hands.
[D] It's just a broad black [G] brimmer.
[C] A swinging, swinging [D] sword.
[Em] And a careless guess of many the time from Briggs.
[G] And the whole stride's cold, [C] so long as they [G] hit the board.
And Reed's his [D] arm goes trimmer at the [G]
knees.
[C] A south-right blast, [G] and a muggle leg is slung.
[Em] And a host of lads in an empty venue turn red.
_ _ [G] When men come Irish in the [C] mold, the one shall [G] choose [D] the limo.
We're the Broad [Em] Black Brimmer [D] of the [G] IRA.
_ _ _ When men come Irish freedom, _ [C] the one shall choose [G] the limo.
We'll be the rubbish that are [Em] the guts of [D] the _ IRA.
[G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Oh, I am a merry cowboy, [A] _ and I'm proud to be a [D] Friday.
_ [A] Till the sudden thought came to my mind that I should run [D] away.
_ For I'm sick and tired [A] of slavery since the day that I [D] was born.
[A] And I'm off to join the IRA.
_ I'm off tomorrow [D] morn.
_ And we're all up to nothing [A] in the green.
_ With the helmets, the list, [D] and the sun.
_ [A] Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crash.
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
Well, some men [A] fight for silver, _ and some men fight [D] for _ gold.
[A] But the IRA are fighting for a land that the [D] Saxons know.
_ And we're all up to nothing [A] in the green.
_ With the helmets, the list, [D] and the sun.
_ Where [A] the bayonets flash, the rifles crash.
To the echo of a [D] Thompson gun.
_ [G] _ _
_ _ One early [C] morning the branch [G] men were sleeping.
A little [Em] helicopter [A] flew across the sky.
[G] Into [C] the yard where some prisoners [G] were living.
[C] Get ready [G] for [D] inspection, _ send the [G] warder in the jive.
And it's up like a bird, [C] and it's [G] over the city.
Three [Em] men are missing, [A] I heard a [D] warder cry.
[G] It must have been a bird [C] that [G] flew into the prison.
[C] Or [G] one of [D] those new ministers.
_ Send the warder in [G] the jive.
Well, down in the yard, amidst [C] the pushing [G] and the shoving.
Three of [Em] the prisoners [A] jumped [D] into the bird.
[G] Up and [C] away [G] into the blue [D] sky.
[C] I think [G] someone's escaping.
[D] _ Send the [G] warder in the jive.
And it's up like a bird, [C] and it's [G]
over the city.
Three [Em] men are missing, [D] I heard a warder cry.
[G] Sure, it must have been a bird [C] that flew [G] into the prison.
[C] Or one of [G] those [D] new ministers.
Send the warder [G] in the jive.
Well, search every hole, [C] search every [G] nook and cranny.
Let [Em] no man rest, [A] till these prisoners [D] are found.
[G] For this cannot happen [C] to a law [G] and order government.
We [C] think [Am] you'll never find [D] them.
Send the warder [G] in the jive.
And it's up like a bird, and it's over the city.
Three men _ [Em] are missing, [A] I heard [D] a warder cry.
[G] It must have been a bird [C] that flew [G] into the prison.
[C] Or one [Em] of those new [D] ministers.
_ Send the warder in [C] my [G] jive. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

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