Chords for The Wearing of the Green with lyrics
Tempo:
98.2 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
Oh Paddy dear, and did you [A] hear the news that's going round?
[G] The shamrock [D] is by law forbid [A] to grow on [D] Irish ground.
St.
Patrick's Day no more will [A] keep, his colours can't be seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
I met with Napertandy [A] and he took me by the hand,
[G] He said, how's [D] dear old Ireland [A] and how [D] does she stand?
She's the most distressful country [A] that you have ever seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women for the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
And since the colour we must [A] wear is England's cruel red,
[G] Sure Ireland's [D] sons will ne'er forget [A] the blood that [D] they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your [A] hat and cast it on the sod,
[G] But we'll take [D] root and flourish there, [A] no wonder [D] for his trod.
My father loved his country [A] and sleeps within its breast,
[G] While I that [D] would have died for [A] her must never so [D] be blessed.
Those tears my mother shed for me, [A] how bitter they had been,
[G] If I had [D] proved a traitor to the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
But if at last our colours should [A] be torn from Ireland's heart,
[G] Her sons with [D] shame and sorrow [A] from the dear old [D] isle will part.
I've heard a whisper of a land [A] that lies beyond the sea,
[G] Where rich and poor [D] stand equal [A] in the light of [D] freedom's day.
O Ireland, must we leave you [A] driven by a tyrant's hand,
[G] And seek a [D] mother's blessing [A] from the strange and [D] distant land,
Where the cruel cross of England [A] shall never more be seen,
[G] And in that land [D] we'll live and die [A] still wearing [D] Ireland's green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing [D] of the green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, for [D] the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing of [D] the green.
[G] [D] [A] [D]
Oh Paddy dear, and did you [A] hear the news that's going round?
[G] The shamrock [D] is by law forbid [A] to grow on [D] Irish ground.
St.
Patrick's Day no more will [A] keep, his colours can't be seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
I met with Napertandy [A] and he took me by the hand,
[G] He said, how's [D] dear old Ireland [A] and how [D] does she stand?
She's the most distressful country [A] that you have ever seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women for the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
And since the colour we must [A] wear is England's cruel red,
[G] Sure Ireland's [D] sons will ne'er forget [A] the blood that [D] they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your [A] hat and cast it on the sod,
[G] But we'll take [D] root and flourish there, [A] no wonder [D] for his trod.
My father loved his country [A] and sleeps within its breast,
[G] While I that [D] would have died for [A] her must never so [D] be blessed.
Those tears my mother shed for me, [A] how bitter they had been,
[G] If I had [D] proved a traitor to the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
But if at last our colours should [A] be torn from Ireland's heart,
[G] Her sons with [D] shame and sorrow [A] from the dear old [D] isle will part.
I've heard a whisper of a land [A] that lies beyond the sea,
[G] Where rich and poor [D] stand equal [A] in the light of [D] freedom's day.
O Ireland, must we leave you [A] driven by a tyrant's hand,
[G] And seek a [D] mother's blessing [A] from the strange and [D] distant land,
Where the cruel cross of England [A] shall never more be seen,
[G] And in that land [D] we'll live and die [A] still wearing [D] Ireland's green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing [D] of the green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, for [D] the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing of [D] the green.
Key:
D
A
G
D
A
G
D
A
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ Oh Paddy dear, and did you [A] hear the news that's going round?
[G] The shamrock [D] is by law forbid [A] to grow on [D] Irish ground.
St.
Patrick's Day no more will [A] keep, his colours can't be seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ I met with Napertandy [A] and he took me by the hand,
[G] He said, how's [D] dear old Ireland [A] and how [D] does she stand?
She's the most distressful country [A] that you have ever seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women for the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ And since the colour we must [A] wear is England's cruel red,
[G] Sure Ireland's [D] sons will ne'er forget [A] the blood that [D] they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your [A] hat and cast it on the sod,
[G] But we'll take [D] root and flourish there, [A] no wonder [D] for his trod. _
My father loved his country [A] and sleeps within its breast,
[G] While I that [D] would have died for [A] her must never so [D] be blessed.
Those tears my mother shed for me, [A] how bitter they had been,
[G] If I had [D] proved a traitor to the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ But if at last our colours should [A] be torn from Ireland's heart,
[G] Her sons with [D] shame and sorrow [A] from the dear old [D] isle will part.
I've heard a whisper of a land [A] that lies beyond the sea,
[G] Where rich and poor [D] stand equal [A] in the light of [D] freedom's day.
_ O Ireland, must we leave you [A] driven by a tyrant's hand,
[G] And seek a [D] mother's blessing [A] from the strange and [D] distant land,
Where the cruel cross of England [A] shall never more be seen,
[G] And in that land [D] we'll live and die [A] still wearing [D] Ireland's green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing [D] of the green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, for [D] the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing of [D] the green. _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ Oh Paddy dear, and did you [A] hear the news that's going round?
[G] The shamrock [D] is by law forbid [A] to grow on [D] Irish ground.
St.
Patrick's Day no more will [A] keep, his colours can't be seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ I met with Napertandy [A] and he took me by the hand,
[G] He said, how's [D] dear old Ireland [A] and how [D] does she stand?
She's the most distressful country [A] that you have ever seen,
[G] For there're hanging [D] men and women for the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ And since the colour we must [A] wear is England's cruel red,
[G] Sure Ireland's [D] sons will ne'er forget [A] the blood that [D] they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your [A] hat and cast it on the sod,
[G] But we'll take [D] root and flourish there, [A] no wonder [D] for his trod. _
My father loved his country [A] and sleeps within its breast,
[G] While I that [D] would have died for [A] her must never so [D] be blessed.
Those tears my mother shed for me, [A] how bitter they had been,
[G] If I had [D] proved a traitor to the wearing of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ But if at last our colours should [A] be torn from Ireland's heart,
[G] Her sons with [D] shame and sorrow [A] from the dear old [D] isle will part.
I've heard a whisper of a land [A] that lies beyond the sea,
[G] Where rich and poor [D] stand equal [A] in the light of [D] freedom's day.
_ O Ireland, must we leave you [A] driven by a tyrant's hand,
[G] And seek a [D] mother's blessing [A] from the strange and [D] distant land,
Where the cruel cross of England [A] shall never more be seen,
[G] And in that land [D] we'll live and die [A] still wearing [D] Ireland's green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing [D] of the green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, for [D] the wearing of the green,
[G] There're hanging men [D] and women for [A] the wearing of [D] the green. _ _ _ _