Chords for The Whistlin' Donkeys - Star Of County Down - LIVE at Mandela Hall
Tempo:
120.9 bpm
Chords used:
D
Em
G
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Good evening, Dannahome.
You are the whistledongers all the way from Kentucky to [D] Rome.
[Em] Near my midtown, [Gm] in the [D] country town,
[Em]
One morning last [D] July, down [Em] a boring green,
[G] Give a sweet [D] calling, [Em] she [D] smiled as she passed [Em] me by.
[Gm] She looked so [Dm] sweet, in her two fair feet,
[Em] And the [E] sheen of her nut [D] brown hair.
[Gm] [Em] Such a grossing, that's for wishing myself, for to see I was really there.
From my sweet [D] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
At the young wist man, to response my head, and then look what [D] a feel of her air.
[Em] I said to fight, with a passive eye, to see me in, from her brown hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me, and he said to [Em] see, there's a terrible [D] fire in his brow.
[Em] He upholded my camp, with a fine sort of man, she's a star that counted down.
[G] From my sweet [D] lane, [A] the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em]
No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
At [D] [G]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
the heart of the fair, she'll be sure to have, a little dress and me some little [D] nose.
[Em] With me shoes on [G] bright, and me hat cornered [A] right, for a [G] smile from the nut brown hose.
The pipe light [D] smoke, and the horse and the [Em] oak, till me brow was a [D] rush full of brown.
[Em] And a smiling [G] bride, by my own fire sight, is a star that [Em] counted down.
[G] From my sweet [A] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
From [D] my sweet lane, the derry [G] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a [D] sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
[E] [D] [E]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] [E]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [E]
[D] [Em] [F#m]
[G] [Bm] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[G] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [Em]
[Bm] [A#] [Em]
You are the whistledongers all the way from Kentucky to [D] Rome.
[Em] Near my midtown, [Gm] in the [D] country town,
[Em]
One morning last [D] July, down [Em] a boring green,
[G] Give a sweet [D] calling, [Em] she [D] smiled as she passed [Em] me by.
[Gm] She looked so [Dm] sweet, in her two fair feet,
[Em] And the [E] sheen of her nut [D] brown hair.
[Gm] [Em] Such a grossing, that's for wishing myself, for to see I was really there.
From my sweet [D] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
At the young wist man, to response my head, and then look what [D] a feel of her air.
[Em] I said to fight, with a passive eye, to see me in, from her brown hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me, and he said to [Em] see, there's a terrible [D] fire in his brow.
[Em] He upholded my camp, with a fine sort of man, she's a star that counted down.
[G] From my sweet [D] lane, [A] the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em]
No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
At [D] [G]
[D] [Em] [D] [Em]
the heart of the fair, she'll be sure to have, a little dress and me some little [D] nose.
[Em] With me shoes on [G] bright, and me hat cornered [A] right, for a [G] smile from the nut brown hose.
The pipe light [D] smoke, and the horse and the [Em] oak, till me brow was a [D] rush full of brown.
[Em] And a smiling [G] bride, by my own fire sight, is a star that [Em] counted down.
[G] From my sweet [A] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
From [D] my sweet lane, the derry [G] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a [D] sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
[E] [D] [E]
[G] [D] [E]
[D] [E]
[D] [G] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [E]
[D] [Em] [F#m]
[G] [Bm] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[G] [A]
[D] [A]
[D] [A] [Em]
[Bm] [A#] [Em]
Key:
D
Em
G
A
E
D
Em
G
[E] Good evening, Dannahome.
You are the whistledongers all the way from Kentucky to [D] Rome.
_ [Em] _ _ Near my midtown, _ [Gm] in the [D] country town,
_ [Em]
One morning last [D] July, _ _ _ down [Em] a boring green,
[G] Give a sweet [D] calling, _ _ [Em] she [D] smiled as she passed [Em] me by.
_ _ [Gm] She looked so [Dm] sweet, in her two fair feet,
[Em] And the [E] sheen of her nut [D] brown _ hair.
_ _ [Gm] [Em] Such a grossing, that's for wishing myself, for to see I was really there.
From my sweet [D] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
At the young wist man, to response my head, and then look what [D] a feel of her air.
[Em] I said to fight, with a passive eye, to see me in, from her brown hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me, and he said to [Em] see, there's a terrible [D] fire in his brow.
[Em] He upholded my camp, with a fine sort of man, she's a star that counted down.
[G] From my sweet [D] lane, [A] the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em]
No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down. _
At _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
the heart of the fair, she'll be sure to have, a little dress and me some little [D] nose.
[Em] With me shoes on [G] bright, and me hat cornered [A] right, for a [G] smile from the nut brown hose.
The pipe light [D] smoke, and the horse and the [Em] oak, till me brow was a [D] rush full of brown.
[Em] And a smiling [G] bride, by my own fire sight, is a star that [Em] counted down.
[G] From my sweet [A] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
From [D] my sweet lane, the derry [G] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a [D] sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [A] _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [G] _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ [Em] _
You are the whistledongers all the way from Kentucky to [D] Rome.
_ [Em] _ _ Near my midtown, _ [Gm] in the [D] country town,
_ [Em]
One morning last [D] July, _ _ _ down [Em] a boring green,
[G] Give a sweet [D] calling, _ _ [Em] she [D] smiled as she passed [Em] me by.
_ _ [Gm] She looked so [Dm] sweet, in her two fair feet,
[Em] And the [E] sheen of her nut [D] brown _ hair.
_ _ [Gm] [Em] Such a grossing, that's for wishing myself, for to see I was really there.
From my sweet [D] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
At the young wist man, to response my head, and then look what [D] a feel of her air.
[Em] I said to fight, with a passive eye, to see me in, from her brown hair.
[G] He smiled at [D] me, and he said to [Em] see, there's a terrible [D] fire in his brow.
[Em] He upholded my camp, with a fine sort of man, she's a star that counted down.
[G] From my sweet [D] lane, [A] the derry [Em] came, from Galway [D] to Dublin town,
[Em]
No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down. _
At _ _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
the heart of the fair, she'll be sure to have, a little dress and me some little [D] nose.
[Em] With me shoes on [G] bright, and me hat cornered [A] right, for a [G] smile from the nut brown hose.
The pipe light [D] smoke, and the horse and the [Em] oak, till me brow was a [D] rush full of brown.
[Em] And a smiling [G] bride, by my own fire sight, is a star that [Em] counted down.
[G] From my sweet [A] lane, the derry [Em] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
From [D] my sweet lane, the derry [G] came, from Galway to [D] Dublin town,
[Em] No maid I seen, like a [D] sweet calling, that I imagine I counted down.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#m] _
_ _ [G] _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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[D] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A#] _ _ _ [Em] _