The Shamrock Shore Chords by Matt Molloy
Tempo:
94.475 bpm
Chords used:
G
Gm
D
Eb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Ye brave young sons of Erin's Isle, I hope you will attend a while
To the wrongs of dear old Ireland I'm going to relate
T'was black and curse it was the day that our Parliament was taken away
And all our grief and suffering commences from that day
For [N] our hardy sons and daughters fair to other countries must [G] repair
And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore
For to seek employment they must roam far, far away from their native home
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed but the people they are sore oppressed
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced to obey
Some haughty landlords far to please our houses and our lands they'll seize
To put fifty farms into one and take us all away
Regardless [N] of the widow's cries, the mother's tears and the orphan's sighs
In thousands we are driven from home which grieves our hearts full sore
We are fraught be famine and disease we emigrated across the seas
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
Our sustenance is taken away our tithes and taxes far to pay
To support that law protected church to which they do adhere
And our Irish gentry well you know to other countries they do go
And the money from all Ireland they [Gm] squander here and there
But if those squires would stay at home and not to other countries roam
But to build mills and factories here to [D] employ the labouring corps
For if we had trade and commerce there to me no nation could compare
To that [G] sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
John Bully boasts and he laughs with scorn and he says that Irish man is born
To be always discontented for at home he cannot agree
[N] But we'll banish, discard from our land and in harmony like brothers stand
To demand the rights of Ireland let us all united [G] be
And our parliament in college green for two assembled will be seen
And happy days in Arran's Isle [Eb] we soon will have once more
And dear old Ireland [G] soon will be a great and glorious country
And peace and blessings soon will smile all round the Shamrock Shore
[C]
To the wrongs of dear old Ireland I'm going to relate
T'was black and curse it was the day that our Parliament was taken away
And all our grief and suffering commences from that day
For [N] our hardy sons and daughters fair to other countries must [G] repair
And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore
For to seek employment they must roam far, far away from their native home
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed but the people they are sore oppressed
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced to obey
Some haughty landlords far to please our houses and our lands they'll seize
To put fifty farms into one and take us all away
Regardless [N] of the widow's cries, the mother's tears and the orphan's sighs
In thousands we are driven from home which grieves our hearts full sore
We are fraught be famine and disease we emigrated across the seas
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
Our sustenance is taken away our tithes and taxes far to pay
To support that law protected church to which they do adhere
And our Irish gentry well you know to other countries they do go
And the money from all Ireland they [Gm] squander here and there
But if those squires would stay at home and not to other countries roam
But to build mills and factories here to [D] employ the labouring corps
For if we had trade and commerce there to me no nation could compare
To that [G] sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
John Bully boasts and he laughs with scorn and he says that Irish man is born
To be always discontented for at home he cannot agree
[N] But we'll banish, discard from our land and in harmony like brothers stand
To demand the rights of Ireland let us all united [G] be
And our parliament in college green for two assembled will be seen
And happy days in Arran's Isle [Eb] we soon will have once more
And dear old Ireland [G] soon will be a great and glorious country
And peace and blessings soon will smile all round the Shamrock Shore
[C]
Key:
G
Gm
D
Eb
C
G
Gm
D
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Ye brave young sons of Erin's Isle, I hope you will attend a while
To the wrongs of dear old Ireland I'm going to relate
T'was black and curse it was the day that our Parliament was taken away
And all our grief and suffering commences from that day
For [N] our hardy sons and daughters fair to other countries must [G] repair
_ And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore
For to seek employment they must roam far, far away from their native home
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore _
_ _ Now Ireland is with plenty blessed but the people they are sore oppressed
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced to obey _
_ Some haughty landlords far to please our houses and our lands they'll seize
To put fifty farms into one and take us all away
_ Regardless [N] of the widow's cries, the mother's tears and the orphan's sighs
In thousands we are driven from home which grieves our hearts full sore
We are fraught be famine and disease we emigrated across the seas _
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
_ Our sustenance is taken away our tithes and taxes far to pay
To support that law protected church to which they do adhere _
And our Irish gentry well you know to other countries they do go
And the money from all Ireland they [Gm] squander here and there
But if those squires would stay at home and not to other countries roam
But to build mills and factories here to [D] employ the labouring corps
For if we had trade and commerce there to me no nation could compare
To that [G] sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
_ John Bully boasts and he laughs with scorn and he says that Irish man is born
To be always discontented for at home he cannot agree
_ [N] But we'll banish, discard from our land and in harmony like brothers stand
To demand the rights of Ireland let us all united [G] be
And our parliament in college green for two assembled will be seen
And happy days in Arran's Isle [Eb] we soon will have once more
And dear old Ireland [G] soon will be a great and glorious country
And peace and blessings soon will smile all round the Shamrock Shore
_ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ Ye brave young sons of Erin's Isle, I hope you will attend a while
To the wrongs of dear old Ireland I'm going to relate
T'was black and curse it was the day that our Parliament was taken away
And all our grief and suffering commences from that day
For [N] our hardy sons and daughters fair to other countries must [G] repair
_ And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore
For to seek employment they must roam far, far away from their native home
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore _
_ _ Now Ireland is with plenty blessed but the people they are sore oppressed
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced to obey _
_ Some haughty landlords far to please our houses and our lands they'll seize
To put fifty farms into one and take us all away
_ Regardless [N] of the widow's cries, the mother's tears and the orphan's sighs
In thousands we are driven from home which grieves our hearts full sore
We are fraught be famine and disease we emigrated across the seas _
From that sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
_ Our sustenance is taken away our tithes and taxes far to pay
To support that law protected church to which they do adhere _
And our Irish gentry well you know to other countries they do go
And the money from all Ireland they [Gm] squander here and there
But if those squires would stay at home and not to other countries roam
But to build mills and factories here to [D] employ the labouring corps
For if we had trade and commerce there to me no nation could compare
To that [G] sore oppressed Ireland that they call the Shamrock Shore
_ John Bully boasts and he laughs with scorn and he says that Irish man is born
To be always discontented for at home he cannot agree
_ [N] But we'll banish, discard from our land and in harmony like brothers stand
To demand the rights of Ireland let us all united [G] be
And our parliament in college green for two assembled will be seen
And happy days in Arran's Isle [Eb] we soon will have once more
And dear old Ireland [G] soon will be a great and glorious country
And peace and blessings soon will smile all round the Shamrock Shore
_ _ [C] _ _
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