Chords for The Wolfe Tones - Jackets Green
Tempo:
95.2 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
A
G
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
When I was a [A] maiden fair and [G] young, On the pleasant banks of the Lee, [D] No bird that in the green woods [Bm] sung, [A] Was half so [Bm] blithe and free.
[D] My heart near beat [A] with flying [G] feet, No love sang me her queen,
[D] Till down the Glen road, Sir [Bm] Stills' men, And [A] they wore the [Bm] jacket's green.
[D] No whore did the wealth [A] did my love own, [G] Save the gold sword that he bore, [D] But they loved him for his self alone, [A] And the colours bright [Bm] he wore.
[D] Or had he come [A] in England's red, [G] To make me England's queen, [D] I'd rode the high green hills [Bm] instead, [A] For the sake of [Bm] Irish queen.
[D]
When Sarsfield sailed [A] away I wept, [G] I heard a wild a-call, [Em]
[Bm] I felt [D] then dead like the man [Bm] who slept, [A] Neath fields of Gary [Bm] old.
[D]
By Ireland held my [A] Donald rest, [G] No Irelsea row between, [D] Till I would fold him to my [Bm] breast, [A]
A robed in [Bm] Irish [D] gleam.
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D]
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
I saw the [A] Shannon's purple tide, [G] Roll by the Irish town, As [D] they stood in the breach by [Bm] Donal's side, [A] When [D] England's [A] flag [Bm] went down.
[D] And now it glows as it seeps [A] the skies, [G] Like a blood-red horse between, [D] I weep but is not the [Bm] women's [A] eyes, The rays the [Bm] Irish green.
O [D] Ireland, [A] sad thy lonely soul, [G] And loud these the winter seas, [D] But saddened by the [F#m] wild [Bm] ways roll, [A] From hearts that grieve [Bm] for thee.
[D] Yet grief shall come [A] to our heartless [E] foes, [G] Their thorns in the dust be seen, [D] But Irish maids love none [Bm] but those, [A] Who wear the Jack of [Bm] Spades.
[C#m] [D] [Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[N]
When I was a [A] maiden fair and [G] young, On the pleasant banks of the Lee, [D] No bird that in the green woods [Bm] sung, [A] Was half so [Bm] blithe and free.
[D] My heart near beat [A] with flying [G] feet, No love sang me her queen,
[D] Till down the Glen road, Sir [Bm] Stills' men, And [A] they wore the [Bm] jacket's green.
[D] No whore did the wealth [A] did my love own, [G] Save the gold sword that he bore, [D] But they loved him for his self alone, [A] And the colours bright [Bm] he wore.
[D] Or had he come [A] in England's red, [G] To make me England's queen, [D] I'd rode the high green hills [Bm] instead, [A] For the sake of [Bm] Irish queen.
[D]
When Sarsfield sailed [A] away I wept, [G] I heard a wild a-call, [Em]
[Bm] I felt [D] then dead like the man [Bm] who slept, [A] Neath fields of Gary [Bm] old.
[D]
By Ireland held my [A] Donald rest, [G] No Irelsea row between, [D] Till I would fold him to my [Bm] breast, [A]
A robed in [Bm] Irish [D] gleam.
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[D]
[Bm] [D] [Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
I saw the [A] Shannon's purple tide, [G] Roll by the Irish town, As [D] they stood in the breach by [Bm] Donal's side, [A] When [D] England's [A] flag [Bm] went down.
[D] And now it glows as it seeps [A] the skies, [G] Like a blood-red horse between, [D] I weep but is not the [Bm] women's [A] eyes, The rays the [Bm] Irish green.
O [D] Ireland, [A] sad thy lonely soul, [G] And loud these the winter seas, [D] But saddened by the [F#m] wild [Bm] ways roll, [A] From hearts that grieve [Bm] for thee.
[D] Yet grief shall come [A] to our heartless [E] foes, [G] Their thorns in the dust be seen, [D] But Irish maids love none [Bm] but those, [A] Who wear the Jack of [Bm] Spades.
[C#m] [D] [Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm] [D]
[N]
Key:
D
Bm
A
G
Em
D
Bm
A
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When I was a [A] maiden fair and [G] young, On the pleasant banks of the Lee, [D] No bird that in the green woods [Bm] sung, [A] Was half so [Bm] blithe and free. _
[D] My heart near beat [A] with flying [G] feet, No love sang me her queen, _ _
[D] Till down the Glen road, Sir [Bm] Stills' men, And [A] they wore the [Bm] jacket's green. _ _
[D] No whore did the wealth [A] did my love own, [G] Save the gold sword that he bore, [D] But they loved him for his self alone, [A] And the colours bright [Bm] he wore.
[D] Or had he come [A] in England's red, [G] To make me England's queen, _ [D] I'd rode the high green hills [Bm] instead, [A] For the sake of [Bm] Irish queen.
_ [D]
When Sarsfield sailed [A] away I wept, [G] I heard a wild a-call, _ [Em]
[Bm] I felt [D] then dead like the man [Bm] who slept, [A] Neath fields of Gary [Bm] old.
_ [D]
By Ireland held my [A] _ Donald rest, [G] No Irelsea row between, _ [D] Till I would fold him to my [Bm] breast, [A]
A robed in [Bm] Irish _ _ [D] gleam.
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I saw the [A] Shannon's purple tide, [G] Roll by the Irish town, As [D] they stood in the breach by [Bm] Donal's side, [A] When [D] England's [A] flag [Bm] went down. _
[D] And now it glows as it seeps [A] the skies, [G] Like a blood-red horse between, _ [D] I weep but is not the [Bm] women's [A] eyes, The rays the [Bm] Irish green.
O [D] _ Ireland, [A] sad thy lonely soul, [G] And loud these the winter _ seas, [D] But _ saddened by the [F#m] wild [Bm] ways roll, [A] From hearts that grieve [Bm] for thee. _
[D] Yet grief shall come [A] to our heartless [E] foes, [G] Their thorns in the dust be seen, [D] But Irish maids love none [Bm] but those, [A] Who wear the Jack of [Bm] Spades.
_ _ [C#m] _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
When I was a [A] maiden fair and [G] young, On the pleasant banks of the Lee, [D] No bird that in the green woods [Bm] sung, [A] Was half so [Bm] blithe and free. _
[D] My heart near beat [A] with flying [G] feet, No love sang me her queen, _ _
[D] Till down the Glen road, Sir [Bm] Stills' men, And [A] they wore the [Bm] jacket's green. _ _
[D] No whore did the wealth [A] did my love own, [G] Save the gold sword that he bore, [D] But they loved him for his self alone, [A] And the colours bright [Bm] he wore.
[D] Or had he come [A] in England's red, [G] To make me England's queen, _ [D] I'd rode the high green hills [Bm] instead, [A] For the sake of [Bm] Irish queen.
_ [D]
When Sarsfield sailed [A] away I wept, [G] I heard a wild a-call, _ [Em]
[Bm] I felt [D] then dead like the man [Bm] who slept, [A] Neath fields of Gary [Bm] old.
_ [D]
By Ireland held my [A] _ Donald rest, [G] No Irelsea row between, _ [D] Till I would fold him to my [Bm] breast, [A]
A robed in [Bm] Irish _ _ [D] gleam.
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _
[Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I saw the [A] Shannon's purple tide, [G] Roll by the Irish town, As [D] they stood in the breach by [Bm] Donal's side, [A] When [D] England's [A] flag [Bm] went down. _
[D] And now it glows as it seeps [A] the skies, [G] Like a blood-red horse between, _ [D] I weep but is not the [Bm] women's [A] eyes, The rays the [Bm] Irish green.
O [D] _ Ireland, [A] sad thy lonely soul, [G] And loud these the winter _ seas, [D] But _ saddened by the [F#m] wild [Bm] ways roll, [A] From hearts that grieve [Bm] for thee. _
[D] Yet grief shall come [A] to our heartless [E] foes, [G] Their thorns in the dust be seen, [D] But Irish maids love none [Bm] but those, [A] Who wear the Jack of [Bm] Spades.
_ _ [C#m] _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Bm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
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