Chords for The Minstrel Boy
Tempo:
111.3 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Db
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
A [Eb]
glorious band, the chosen few, on whom the Spirit came.
To valiant saints their hopes they knew, and mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel, a lion's glory made.
They vowed their heads, their death to feel, who follows in their [Ab] train.
The boy, doomed, war has gone, [Db] on the wings [Ab] of death you [Cm] will [Ab] find him.
His father's sword he has [Ab] girded on, [Db] and his wild [Ab] heart strung behind.
[Fm]
[Ebm] Land of song, cried the warrior [Ab] bard, [F] the wall of the world [Eb]
[Cm] betrays thee.
One [Ab] sword at [Eb] least thy rights [Db] shall guard, one faithful heart shall [Ab] praise thee.
The minstrel fell, but performance chains could [Eb] not bring his proud soul [Ab] under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, for he tore its chords [Eb] asunder.
And said, no chain shall [Ab] sully thee, [F] thy soul of love [F] and bravery.
[Ab] Thy song was made for the pure and [C] free, [Db] and shall never [Eb] sound in [Ab] slavery.
Thy song was made for the [Eb] pure [Ebm] and free, and [Bbm] shall never [Eb] sound in slavery.
glorious band, the chosen few, on whom the Spirit came.
To valiant saints their hopes they knew, and mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel, a lion's glory made.
They vowed their heads, their death to feel, who follows in their [Ab] train.
The boy, doomed, war has gone, [Db] on the wings [Ab] of death you [Cm] will [Ab] find him.
His father's sword he has [Ab] girded on, [Db] and his wild [Ab] heart strung behind.
[Fm]
[Ebm] Land of song, cried the warrior [Ab] bard, [F] the wall of the world [Eb]
[Cm] betrays thee.
One [Ab] sword at [Eb] least thy rights [Db] shall guard, one faithful heart shall [Ab] praise thee.
The minstrel fell, but performance chains could [Eb] not bring his proud soul [Ab] under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again, for he tore its chords [Eb] asunder.
And said, no chain shall [Ab] sully thee, [F] thy soul of love [F] and bravery.
[Ab] Thy song was made for the pure and [C] free, [Db] and shall never [Eb] sound in [Ab] slavery.
Thy song was made for the [Eb] pure [Ebm] and free, and [Bbm] shall never [Eb] sound in slavery.
Key:
Ab
Eb
Db
F
Cm
Ab
Eb
Db
_ _ _ A [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ glorious band, the chosen few, on whom the Spirit _ _ came.
To _ valiant saints their hopes they knew, and mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel, a lion's glory made.
_ They vowed their heads, their death to feel, who follows in their [Ab] train. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The boy, doomed, war has gone, [Db] on the wings [Ab] of death you [Cm] will [Ab] find him.
His _ father's sword he has [Ab] girded on, [Db] and his wild [Ab] heart strung behind.
_ _ [Fm] _
[Ebm] Land of song, cried the warrior [Ab] bard, [F] the wall of the world _ _ [Eb] _
[Cm] betrays thee.
One [Ab] sword at [Eb] least thy rights [Db] shall guard, one faithful heart shall [Ab] praise thee.
The minstrel fell, but performance chains could [Eb] not bring his proud soul _ [Ab] under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke _ again, for he tore its chords _ _ [Eb] asunder.
And said, no chain shall [Ab] sully thee, [F] thy soul of love [F] and _ bravery.
_ _ [Ab] Thy song was made for the pure and [C] free, [Db] and shall never [Eb] sound in _ [Ab] slavery.
Thy song was made for the [Eb] pure [Ebm] and free, and [Bbm] shall never [Eb] _ sound in _ slavery. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ glorious band, the chosen few, on whom the Spirit _ _ came.
To _ valiant saints their hopes they knew, and mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel, a lion's glory made.
_ They vowed their heads, their death to feel, who follows in their [Ab] train. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The boy, doomed, war has gone, [Db] on the wings [Ab] of death you [Cm] will [Ab] find him.
His _ father's sword he has [Ab] girded on, [Db] and his wild [Ab] heart strung behind.
_ _ [Fm] _
[Ebm] Land of song, cried the warrior [Ab] bard, [F] the wall of the world _ _ [Eb] _
[Cm] betrays thee.
One [Ab] sword at [Eb] least thy rights [Db] shall guard, one faithful heart shall [Ab] praise thee.
The minstrel fell, but performance chains could [Eb] not bring his proud soul _ [Ab] under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke _ again, for he tore its chords _ _ [Eb] asunder.
And said, no chain shall [Ab] sully thee, [F] thy soul of love [F] and _ bravery.
_ _ [Ab] Thy song was made for the pure and [C] free, [Db] and shall never [Eb] sound in _ [Ab] slavery.
Thy song was made for the [Eb] pure [Ebm] and free, and [Bbm] shall never [Eb] _ sound in _ slavery. _ _ _ _