Chords for The Oldham Tinkers - Peterloo
Tempo:
122.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
E
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
On [A] Petersfield in [G] Manchester [D] in year 1819, When [G] cotton, pork, a line, Kishore and [E] protested [D] combine.
[G] [F#] Colossal [D] broke their crippling tanks, A place of food near [A] Brokeback's bank,
[D] And [G] settled the eaters powder in [D] flanks, And in bristled [Am] money [D] a spine.
[G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On field [A] of [D] Peterloo.
Sixteenth day of August brought The sound [A] of marching [D] feet,
When workers fifty thousand strung On Petersfield did meet.
In [G] bound streets from [D] an upstairs room, The magistrates looked down [A] with gloom,
[D] And scoffed this rabble all the loon, Vengeance they doubt is sweet.
Salute once more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give their blood for common good, On field of Peterloo.
[A] [D]
When [A] triotites [D] were [G] gobbled out, [D] A person is command,
For this here Rochdale [G] vicar, Made with [A] riches [D] living in flung.
[G] But folk a [D] meeting never knew, Or triotite till [A] bugles blew,
[D] And [G] mounted redcoats coming [D] view, With sabres in their run.
[G] Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common [D] good, On [A] field of [D] Peterloo.
These [A] soldiers more [G] folk, girl like flies, [D] Their [A] sabres dripped [D] with blood.
They [G] gommed them on [D] their woman's cries, But pierced them where they stood.
[G] Money deeds [D] that they were named, A hundred more [A] were upped and limed.
[D] While tyrants watching on [G] a shill, [D] Said it to do them good.
[G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[E] And give [G] their blood for common [E] good, On [A] field of
[D] Peterloo.
For many [G] a year [D] folk [G] struggled on, [D] Till [A] [D] 1832,
Before [G] might, home, calm laws were gone, [E] And food were cheaper [D] too.
[G] John Brighton, Pop [D] King paved the way, And now where Peter's fields [A] once lay.
[D] Well, free trade all it stands [G] today, [D] On field [A] of [D] Peterloo.
[G] Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On [A] field of
[D] Peterloo.
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [D] [G]
[D] [A] [D]
On [A] Petersfield in [G] Manchester [D] in year 1819, When [G] cotton, pork, a line, Kishore and [E] protested [D] combine.
[G] [F#] Colossal [D] broke their crippling tanks, A place of food near [A] Brokeback's bank,
[D] And [G] settled the eaters powder in [D] flanks, And in bristled [Am] money [D] a spine.
[G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On field [A] of [D] Peterloo.
Sixteenth day of August brought The sound [A] of marching [D] feet,
When workers fifty thousand strung On Petersfield did meet.
In [G] bound streets from [D] an upstairs room, The magistrates looked down [A] with gloom,
[D] And scoffed this rabble all the loon, Vengeance they doubt is sweet.
Salute once more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give their blood for common good, On field of Peterloo.
[A] [D]
When [A] triotites [D] were [G] gobbled out, [D] A person is command,
For this here Rochdale [G] vicar, Made with [A] riches [D] living in flung.
[G] But folk a [D] meeting never knew, Or triotite till [A] bugles blew,
[D] And [G] mounted redcoats coming [D] view, With sabres in their run.
[G] Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common [D] good, On [A] field of [D] Peterloo.
These [A] soldiers more [G] folk, girl like flies, [D] Their [A] sabres dripped [D] with blood.
They [G] gommed them on [D] their woman's cries, But pierced them where they stood.
[G] Money deeds [D] that they were named, A hundred more [A] were upped and limed.
[D] While tyrants watching on [G] a shill, [D] Said it to do them good.
[G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[E] And give [G] their blood for common [E] good, On [A] field of
[D] Peterloo.
For many [G] a year [D] folk [G] struggled on, [D] Till [A] [D] 1832,
Before [G] might, home, calm laws were gone, [E] And food were cheaper [D] too.
[G] John Brighton, Pop [D] King paved the way, And now where Peter's fields [A] once lay.
[D] Well, free trade all it stands [G] today, [D] On field [A] of [D] Peterloo.
[G] Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On [A] field of
[D] Peterloo.
Key:
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_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
On [A] _ Petersfield in [G] Manchester [D] in year _ _ 1819, _ When [G] cotton, pork, a line, Kishore and [E] _ protested [D] combine. _
[G] _ _ [F#] Colossal [D] broke their crippling tanks, A place of food near [A] Brokeback's _ bank,
_ _ _ [D] And [G] settled the eaters powder in [D] flanks, And in bristled [Am] money [D] a spine.
_ [G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
_ [D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On field [A] of [D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Sixteenth day of August brought The sound [A] of marching [D] feet,
_ When workers fifty thousand strung On _ Petersfield did meet.
In [G] bound streets from [D] an upstairs room, The _ magistrates looked down [A] with gloom,
_ _ _ _ [D] And scoffed this rabble all the loon, Vengeance they doubt is sweet. _ _
Salute once more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give their blood for common good, On field of Peterloo.
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ When _ [A] triotites [D] were [G] gobbled out, [D] A person is command, _
_ For this here Rochdale [G] vicar, Made with [A] riches [D] living in flung.
[G] But folk a [D] meeting never knew, Or _ triotite till [A] bugles blew,
_ _ _ _ _ [D] And [G] mounted redcoats coming [D] view, With sabres in their run.
_ _ [G] Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common [D] good, On [A] field of _ [D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _
These [A] soldiers more [G] folk, girl like flies, [D] Their [A] sabres dripped [D] with blood. _
They [G] gommed them on [D] their woman's cries, But pierced them where they stood. _ _
_ [G] Money deeds [D] that they were named, A hundred more [A] were upped and _ _ limed.
_ [D] While tyrants watching on [G] a shill, [D] Said it to do them good.
_ [G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
_ [E] And give [G] their blood for common [E] good, On [A] field of _
[D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _
For many [G] a year [D] folk [G] struggled on, [D] Till [A] _ [D] 1832, _ _ _
Before [G] might, home, calm laws were gone, [E] And food were cheaper [D] too.
_ [G] John _ Brighton, Pop [D] King paved the way, And now where _ Peter's fields [A] once lay.
_ _ _ _ [D] Well, free trade all it stands [G] today, [D] On field [A] of _ [D] Peterloo.
_ [G] _ Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
_ [D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On [A] field of _
[D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _
On [A] _ Petersfield in [G] Manchester [D] in year _ _ 1819, _ When [G] cotton, pork, a line, Kishore and [E] _ protested [D] combine. _
[G] _ _ [F#] Colossal [D] broke their crippling tanks, A place of food near [A] Brokeback's _ bank,
_ _ _ [D] And [G] settled the eaters powder in [D] flanks, And in bristled [Am] money [D] a spine.
_ [G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
_ [D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On field [A] of [D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Sixteenth day of August brought The sound [A] of marching [D] feet,
_ When workers fifty thousand strung On _ Petersfield did meet.
In [G] bound streets from [D] an upstairs room, The _ magistrates looked down [A] with gloom,
_ _ _ _ [D] And scoffed this rabble all the loon, Vengeance they doubt is sweet. _ _
Salute once more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give their blood for common good, On field of Peterloo.
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ When _ [A] triotites [D] were [G] gobbled out, [D] A person is command, _
_ For this here Rochdale [G] vicar, Made with [A] riches [D] living in flung.
[G] But folk a [D] meeting never knew, Or _ triotite till [A] bugles blew,
_ _ _ _ _ [D] And [G] mounted redcoats coming [D] view, With sabres in their run.
_ _ [G] Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
[D] And give [G] their blood for common [D] good, On [A] field of _ [D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _
These [A] soldiers more [G] folk, girl like flies, [D] Their [A] sabres dripped [D] with blood. _
They [G] gommed them on [D] their woman's cries, But pierced them where they stood. _ _
_ [G] Money deeds [D] that they were named, A hundred more [A] were upped and _ _ limed.
_ [D] While tyrants watching on [G] a shill, [D] Said it to do them good.
_ [G] Salute once more [D] these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
_ [E] And give [G] their blood for common [E] good, On [A] field of _
[D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _
For many [G] a year [D] folk [G] struggled on, [D] Till [A] _ [D] 1832, _ _ _
Before [G] might, home, calm laws were gone, [E] And food were cheaper [D] too.
_ [G] John _ Brighton, Pop [D] King paved the way, And now where _ Peter's fields [A] once lay.
_ _ _ _ [D] Well, free trade all it stands [G] today, [D] On field [A] of _ [D] Peterloo.
_ [G] _ Salute once [D] more these men of yore, Who were to [A] conscience true,
_ [D] And give [G] their blood for common good, On [A] field of _
[D] Peterloo. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _