Chords for The Irish Rovers - Ireland Boys Hurrah - With Lyrics.wmv
Tempo:
126.15 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
Em
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Imagine a world without music, each day would be dreary and long,
and the Irish would suffer in silence without the sweet lilt of a song.
And if there were no songs for singing, or music that makes the heart throb,
then the dear old Irish rovers would all have to find a real job.
So here's to the night and the music.
Here's to the drinking and the girls. Here, here.
And here's to that great god of mirth who invented whisky,
so the Irish would never rule the world.
[G]
[Em] [G] Even [Em] Canadian woods we met [G] from one bright island flown,
Great is the land [Em] we tread, [Am] but yet our [G] hearts are without a loan,
[Am] And there we [D] leave the shanty [G] small, while it's [D] the autumn day,
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and [A] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] [G]
We've heard our [Em] boss a hundred [Am] times, and [G] you once and beyond,
And songs and [Em] stories, rants and [Am] rhymes, and [G] feasts of fifty-four,
[Am] But take [D] them all a grain and [G] small, and this [D] is what we'll say,
[G] Here's good [Em] old Ireland, loved [Am] old Ireland, Ireland [G] by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his [D] array, [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and Ireland, [D] Ireland by [G] his array.
We know a [Em] brave engagement, trying [Am] to snap [G] her rusty chains,
A patriot's [Em] grief, a martyr's died, some [G] still sing in vain,
[Am] But no boys know [D] a glance will show [G] up, or they've won [D] their way,
[G] Here ain't no [Em] Ireland, God bless Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by [D] his array, [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and [Am] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Em] [G]
[Em] [G] [Am]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[Em] [G] Even [Em] Canadian woods we [Am] met, and we [G] never may see again,
While Ireland [Em] where our hearts are [Am] settling, our [G] loved ones do remain,
[Am] So come fill [D] a lot another [G] cup, and whatever he's [D] sup'n will say,
[G] Here's t'who old Ireland, loved loved Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his array, [G] Ireland by his array.
We'll toast down to Ireland dear, and Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down to Ireland [Em] dear, and [D] Ireland, Ireland by [G] his array.
[N]
and the Irish would suffer in silence without the sweet lilt of a song.
And if there were no songs for singing, or music that makes the heart throb,
then the dear old Irish rovers would all have to find a real job.
So here's to the night and the music.
Here's to the drinking and the girls. Here, here.
And here's to that great god of mirth who invented whisky,
so the Irish would never rule the world.
[G]
[Em] [G] Even [Em] Canadian woods we met [G] from one bright island flown,
Great is the land [Em] we tread, [Am] but yet our [G] hearts are without a loan,
[Am] And there we [D] leave the shanty [G] small, while it's [D] the autumn day,
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and [A] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] [G]
We've heard our [Em] boss a hundred [Am] times, and [G] you once and beyond,
And songs and [Em] stories, rants and [Am] rhymes, and [G] feasts of fifty-four,
[Am] But take [D] them all a grain and [G] small, and this [D] is what we'll say,
[G] Here's good [Em] old Ireland, loved [Am] old Ireland, Ireland [G] by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his [D] array, [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and Ireland, [D] Ireland by [G] his array.
We know a [Em] brave engagement, trying [Am] to snap [G] her rusty chains,
A patriot's [Em] grief, a martyr's died, some [G] still sing in vain,
[Am] But no boys know [D] a glance will show [G] up, or they've won [D] their way,
[G] Here ain't no [Em] Ireland, God bless Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by [D] his array, [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and [Am] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Em] [G]
[Em] [G] [Am]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[Em] [G] Even [Em] Canadian woods we [Am] met, and we [G] never may see again,
While Ireland [Em] where our hearts are [Am] settling, our [G] loved ones do remain,
[Am] So come fill [D] a lot another [G] cup, and whatever he's [D] sup'n will say,
[G] Here's t'who old Ireland, loved loved Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his array, [G] Ireland by his array.
We'll toast down to Ireland dear, and Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down to Ireland [Em] dear, and [D] Ireland, Ireland by [G] his array.
[N]
Key:
G
D
Em
Am
A
G
D
Em
_ Imagine a world without music, each day would be dreary and long,
and the Irish would suffer in silence without the sweet lilt of a song.
And if there were no songs for singing, or music that makes the heart throb,
then the dear old Irish rovers would all have to find a real job. _ _ _
So here's to the night and the music. _ _ _
Here's to the drinking and the girls. Here, here.
And here's to that great god of mirth who invented whisky,
so the Irish would never rule the world.
_ [G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Even [Em] Canadian woods we met [G] from one bright island flown,
Great is the land [Em] we tread, [Am] but yet our [G] hearts are without a loan,
[Am] And there we [D] leave the shanty [G] small, while it's [D] the autumn day,
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and [A] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] _ [G] _ _
We've heard our [Em] boss a hundred [Am] times, and [G] you once and beyond,
And songs and [Em] stories, rants and [Am] rhymes, and [G] feasts of fifty-four,
[Am] But take [D] them all a grain and [G] small, and this [D] is what we'll say,
[G] Here's good [Em] old Ireland, loved [Am] old Ireland, Ireland [G] by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his [D] array, [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and Ireland, [D] Ireland by [G] his array.
_ _ _ We know a [Em] brave engagement, trying [Am] to snap [G] her rusty chains,
A patriot's [Em] grief, a martyr's died, some [G] still sing in vain,
[Am] But no boys know [D] a glance will show [G] up, or they've won [D] their way,
[G] Here ain't no [Em] Ireland, God bless Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by [D] his array, _ [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and [Am] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array. _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ Even [Em] Canadian woods we [Am] met, and we [G] never may see again,
While Ireland [Em] where our hearts are [Am] settling, our [G] loved ones do remain,
[Am] So come fill [D] a lot another [G] cup, and whatever he's [D] sup'n will say,
[G] Here's t'who old Ireland, loved loved Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his array, [G] Ireland by his array.
We'll toast down to Ireland dear, and Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down to Ireland [Em] dear, and [D] Ireland, Ireland by [G] his array. _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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and the Irish would suffer in silence without the sweet lilt of a song.
And if there were no songs for singing, or music that makes the heart throb,
then the dear old Irish rovers would all have to find a real job. _ _ _
So here's to the night and the music. _ _ _
Here's to the drinking and the girls. Here, here.
And here's to that great god of mirth who invented whisky,
so the Irish would never rule the world.
_ [G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ [G] _ _ _ Even [Em] Canadian woods we met [G] from one bright island flown,
Great is the land [Em] we tread, [Am] but yet our [G] hearts are without a loan,
[Am] And there we [D] leave the shanty [G] small, while it's [D] the autumn day,
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and [A] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down [Em] to Ireland dear, and Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] _ [G] _ _
We've heard our [Em] boss a hundred [Am] times, and [G] you once and beyond,
And songs and [Em] stories, rants and [Am] rhymes, and [G] feasts of fifty-four,
[Am] But take [D] them all a grain and [G] small, and this [D] is what we'll say,
[G] Here's good [Em] old Ireland, loved [Am] old Ireland, Ireland [G] by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his [D] array, [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and Ireland, [D] Ireland by [G] his array.
_ _ _ We know a [Em] brave engagement, trying [Am] to snap [G] her rusty chains,
A patriot's [Em] grief, a martyr's died, some [G] still sing in vain,
[Am] But no boys know [D] a glance will show [G] up, or they've won [D] their way,
[G] Here ain't no [Em] Ireland, God bless Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by [D] his array, _ [G] Ireland by [D] his array.
[G] We'll toast down to [Em] Ireland dear, and [Am] Ireland, [G] Ireland by his array. _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[Em] _ _ _ [G] _ _ Even [Em] Canadian woods we [Am] met, and we [G] never may see again,
While Ireland [Em] where our hearts are [Am] settling, our [G] loved ones do remain,
[Am] So come fill [D] a lot another [G] cup, and whatever he's [D] sup'n will say,
[G] Here's t'who old Ireland, loved loved Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland by his array, [G] Ireland by his array.
We'll toast down to Ireland dear, and Ireland, Ireland by his array.
[Am] Oh, Ireland [D] by his array, [G] Ireland [D] by his array.
[G] We'll toast down to Ireland [Em] dear, and [D] Ireland, Ireland by [G] his array. _ _
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