Chords for The Well Below the Valley
Tempo:
103 bpm
Chords used:
F#
Bm
B
F#m
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm]
A lady fair was standing there, O she [F#] had long golden hair, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
passing by, He [F#] asked a drink, As he got dry, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
do, I might [F#m] fall, In at the well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, [F#m] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If your true lover was passing by, [F#m] You'd give him a drink, If he got dry, At the well [F#] below the valley, [B] O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among [Bm] the bushes, O.
swore be corn, That [F#] her true love had never been born, At the well below the [B] valley, O, [F#] Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
[F#m] fine children you have [Bm] borne, At the well below the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If you're a man of noble fame, [F#] Come tell to me, The father of them, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
A lady fair was standing there, O she [F#] had long golden hair, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
passing by, He [F#] asked a drink, As he got dry, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
do, I might [F#m] fall, In at the well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, [F#m] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If your true lover was passing by, [F#m] You'd give him a drink, If he got dry, At the well [F#] below the valley, [B] O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among [Bm] the bushes, O.
swore be corn, That [F#] her true love had never been born, At the well below the [B] valley, O, [F#] Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
[F#m] fine children you have [Bm] borne, At the well below the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If you're a man of noble fame, [F#] Come tell to me, The father of them, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
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Bm
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F#m
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A lady fair was standing there, O she [F#] had long golden hair, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
[Bm] A gentleman was passing by, He [F#] asked a drink, As he got dry, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
_ I won't go up beside the brim, [F#] For if I do, I might [F#m] fall, In at the well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, [F#m] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If your true lover was passing by, [F#m] You'd give him a drink, If he got dry, At the well [F#] below the valley, [B] O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among [Bm] the bushes, O.
She swore be grass, She swore be corn, That [F#] her true love had never been born, At the well below the [B] valley, O, [F#] Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
_ I'm afraid, young maid, You're swearing wrong, For six [F#m] fine children you have [Bm] borne, At the well below the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If you're a man of noble fame, [F#] Come tell to me, The father of them, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
There's two of them by your uncle, [F#] Dan, At the well below the [B] valley, O, [F#] Green grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
There's two of them by your father, [F#] dear, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, [A] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
Another to be your brother, John, At the well below the valley, O, Green grows the lily, [B] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If you're a man of noble fame, [F#] Come tell to me, [F#m] What happened to them, At the [F#] well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, [B] O.
_ There's two of [Bm] them neat, The kitchen [E] floor, At the well [B] below the valley, [B] O, Green grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
_ [Bm] Another two neat, The staple floor, At the [E] well below the [B] valley, O, Green [B] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
[Bm] There's two of them buried beneath the [F#] well, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
[Bm] If you're a man of noble fame, Come tell to me, [F#m] What'll happen, meself, At the well below the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
There'll be seven long years a-ringing the bell, At [E] the well below [Bm] the valley, O, Green grows the lily, [A] O, Right among the [B] bushes, O.
[Bm] There'll be seven long more a-going [F#] to hell, At the well below the valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, [A] Right among [B] the bushes, O.
There'll be seven long [F#] more a-ringing the bell, But the Lord above will save me soul, From going to [F] hell, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the [Bm] lily, O, [A] Right among the [B] bushes, O. _ _ _ _
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A lady fair was standing there, O she [F#] had long golden hair, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
[Bm] A gentleman was passing by, He [F#] asked a drink, As he got dry, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
_ I won't go up beside the brim, [F#] For if I do, I might [F#m] fall, In at the well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, [F#m] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If your true lover was passing by, [F#m] You'd give him a drink, If he got dry, At the well [F#] below the valley, [B] O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among [Bm] the bushes, O.
She swore be grass, She swore be corn, That [F#] her true love had never been born, At the well below the [B] valley, O, [F#] Green grows the lily, O, [F#m] Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
_ I'm afraid, young maid, You're swearing wrong, For six [F#m] fine children you have [Bm] borne, At the well below the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If you're a man of noble fame, [F#] Come tell to me, The father of them, At the well below [B] the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
There's two of them by your uncle, [F#] Dan, At the well below the [B] valley, O, [F#] Green grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, [Bm] O.
There's two of them by your father, [F#] dear, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, [A] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
Another to be your brother, John, At the well below the valley, O, Green grows the lily, [B] O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
If you're a man of noble fame, [F#] Come tell to me, [F#m] What happened to them, At the [F#] well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, [B] O.
_ There's two of [Bm] them neat, The kitchen [E] floor, At the well [B] below the valley, [B] O, Green grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
_ [Bm] Another two neat, The staple floor, At the [E] well below the [B] valley, O, Green [B] grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
[Bm] There's two of them buried beneath the [F#] well, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, Right among the bushes, O.
[Bm] If you're a man of noble fame, Come tell to me, [F#m] What'll happen, meself, At the well below the valley, O, Green [F#] grows the lily, O, Right among the [Bm] bushes, O.
There'll be seven long years a-ringing the bell, At [E] the well below [Bm] the valley, O, Green grows the lily, [A] O, Right among the [B] bushes, O.
[Bm] There'll be seven long more a-going [F#] to hell, At the well below the valley, O, Green grows the lily, O, [A] Right among [B] the bushes, O.
There'll be seven long [F#] more a-ringing the bell, But the Lord above will save me soul, From going to [F] hell, At the well below the [B] valley, O, Green [F#] grows the [Bm] lily, O, [A] Right among the [B] bushes, O. _ _ _ _
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