Chords for Tia Blake The rising of the moon.mov
Tempo:
62 bpm
Chords used:
Em
Bm
G
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Up and tell me, Shonel Farrow, tell [Bm] me why you hurry so.
[E] Hush, my boy, now hush [G] and listen, and his eyes will roll.
[Em]
Aye, there are [Bm] orders from the captain, [G] get thee ready [Em] quick and soon.
[Am] For the fight must [Em] be together, at the rise in [B] love.
[Em] [E]
Up and tell [Em] me, Shonel Farrow, where the gathering [Bm] is to be.
[E] In the old spot by [G] the river, [B] right well known to [Em] you and me.
One word [Bm] more, a signal to get, [Em] whistle of a marching [C] tune.
[Am] With your pike upon [Em] your shoulder, at the rise in love.
There beside the singing river, that [Bm] dark mass of [Em] men were seen.
[G] For above their shining [Bm] weapons, [Em] hung their old immortal dreams.
Death to every [Bm] foe and [Em] traitor, [G] forward [Em] strike the marching tune.
[Am] And hurrah, [Bm] my boys, [Em] for freedom, [B] tis the rise in love.
[Em] [E]
How well they fought for poor [Em] old Ireland, and so bitter [Bm] was their fate.
Oh, what [G] glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of [Em] ninety.
Yes, thank [Bm] God, while hearts are [Em] beating, each man bears a burning wound.
[C]
[Am] We will follow [Em] in their footsteps, at [B] the rising of [Em] the moon.
[E]
[E] Hush, my boy, now hush [G] and listen, and his eyes will roll.
[Em]
Aye, there are [Bm] orders from the captain, [G] get thee ready [Em] quick and soon.
[Am] For the fight must [Em] be together, at the rise in [B] love.
[Em] [E]
Up and tell [Em] me, Shonel Farrow, where the gathering [Bm] is to be.
[E] In the old spot by [G] the river, [B] right well known to [Em] you and me.
One word [Bm] more, a signal to get, [Em] whistle of a marching [C] tune.
[Am] With your pike upon [Em] your shoulder, at the rise in love.
There beside the singing river, that [Bm] dark mass of [Em] men were seen.
[G] For above their shining [Bm] weapons, [Em] hung their old immortal dreams.
Death to every [Bm] foe and [Em] traitor, [G] forward [Em] strike the marching tune.
[Am] And hurrah, [Bm] my boys, [Em] for freedom, [B] tis the rise in love.
[Em] [E]
How well they fought for poor [Em] old Ireland, and so bitter [Bm] was their fate.
Oh, what [G] glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of [Em] ninety.
Yes, thank [Bm] God, while hearts are [Em] beating, each man bears a burning wound.
[C]
[Am] We will follow [Em] in their footsteps, at [B] the rising of [Em] the moon.
[E]
Key:
Em
Bm
G
E
Am
Em
Bm
G
Up and tell me, Shonel Farrow, tell [Bm] me why you hurry so.
[E] Hush, my boy, now hush [G] and listen, and his eyes will roll.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Aye, there are [Bm] orders from the captain, [G] get thee ready [Em] quick and soon.
_ [Am] For the fight must [Em] be together, at the rise in [B] love.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Up and tell [Em] me, Shonel Farrow, where the gathering [Bm] is to be.
[E] In the old spot by [G] the river, [B] right well known to [Em] you and me.
_ _ _ _ _ One word [Bm] more, a signal to get, [Em] whistle of a marching [C] tune.
[Am] With your pike upon [Em] your shoulder, at the rise in love. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ There beside the singing river, that [Bm] dark mass of [Em] men were seen.
_ [G] For above their shining [Bm] weapons, [Em] hung their old immortal dreams. _ _
Death to every [Bm] foe and [Em] traitor, [G] forward [Em] strike the marching tune.
[Am] And hurrah, [Bm] my boys, [Em] for freedom, [B] tis the rise in love.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
How well they fought for poor [Em] old Ireland, and so bitter [Bm] was their fate.
Oh, what [G] glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of [Em] ninety. _ _ _ _ _
_ Yes, thank [Bm] God, while hearts are [Em] beating, each man bears a burning wound.
[C] _
[Am] We will follow [Em] in their footsteps, at [B] the rising of [Em] the moon. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] Hush, my boy, now hush [G] and listen, and his eyes will roll.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Aye, there are [Bm] orders from the captain, [G] get thee ready [Em] quick and soon.
_ [Am] For the fight must [Em] be together, at the rise in [B] love.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
Up and tell [Em] me, Shonel Farrow, where the gathering [Bm] is to be.
[E] In the old spot by [G] the river, [B] right well known to [Em] you and me.
_ _ _ _ _ One word [Bm] more, a signal to get, [Em] whistle of a marching [C] tune.
[Am] With your pike upon [Em] your shoulder, at the rise in love. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ There beside the singing river, that [Bm] dark mass of [Em] men were seen.
_ [G] For above their shining [Bm] weapons, [Em] hung their old immortal dreams. _ _
Death to every [Bm] foe and [Em] traitor, [G] forward [Em] strike the marching tune.
[Am] And hurrah, [Bm] my boys, [Em] for freedom, [B] tis the rise in love.
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E]
How well they fought for poor [Em] old Ireland, and so bitter [Bm] was their fate.
Oh, what [G] glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of [Em] ninety. _ _ _ _ _
_ Yes, thank [Bm] God, while hearts are [Em] beating, each man bears a burning wound.
[C] _
[Am] We will follow [Em] in their footsteps, at [B] the rising of [Em] the moon. _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _