Chords for Tim Eriksen- Yarrow
Tempo:
82.5 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
E
B
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [Em]
[B] [Em] [B]
[Em] [G] [Em] [G] [Em]
Oh sister dear, I can read your dream, [G] read in it grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] Your true love John, he lies dead and gone in the [E] dewy dam.
[D] [E] [Em] She tore her hair, [G] [Em] wrung her hand, [B] all [G] in grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] She tore a ribbon from out her hair that she had received in [Em] Yale.
[B]
[G] [Em] [G]
[Em] Then over hill and over [G] dale and through the stream so [Bm] narrow,
[G]
till she came upon her true love John, all [Em] dead and [D] gone in [E] Yale.
[G] Her hair [Em] it was three quarters long, the color it was yellow.
[Bm] [G] She tied it round his middle so small, and she bore him [D] home from [Em] Yale.
[G] [Em] [G]
[Em] Oh daughter dear, [G] don't weep and [Em] mourn, all [G] in grief and [Bm] sorrow.
[G] I can marry you to a much nobler man than the one you lost [E] in Yale.
[G] Oh [Em] father dear, [G] you have [Em] seven sons, [G] you can wed them each tomorrow.
[Dm] But [G] the finest flower of them all was the one I loved in [E] Yale.
[Ab] [N]
[B] [Em] [B]
[Em] [G] [Em] [G] [Em]
Oh sister dear, I can read your dream, [G] read in it grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] Your true love John, he lies dead and gone in the [E] dewy dam.
[D] [E] [Em] She tore her hair, [G] [Em] wrung her hand, [B] all [G] in grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] She tore a ribbon from out her hair that she had received in [Em] Yale.
[B]
[G] [Em] [G]
[Em] Then over hill and over [G] dale and through the stream so [Bm] narrow,
[G]
till she came upon her true love John, all [Em] dead and [D] gone in [E] Yale.
[G] Her hair [Em] it was three quarters long, the color it was yellow.
[Bm] [G] She tied it round his middle so small, and she bore him [D] home from [Em] Yale.
[G] [Em] [G]
[Em] Oh daughter dear, [G] don't weep and [Em] mourn, all [G] in grief and [Bm] sorrow.
[G] I can marry you to a much nobler man than the one you lost [E] in Yale.
[G] Oh [Em] father dear, [G] you have [Em] seven sons, [G] you can wed them each tomorrow.
[Dm] But [G] the finest flower of them all was the one I loved in [E] Yale.
[Ab] [N]
Key:
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[Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ [Em] _
_ Oh sister dear, I can read your dream, [G] read in it grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] Your true love John, he lies dead and gone in the [E] dewy dam.
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] She tore her hair, [G] [Em] wrung her hand, [B] all [G] in grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] She tore a ribbon from out her hair that she had received in [Em] Yale.
_ [B] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ Then over hill and over [G] dale and through the stream so [Bm] narrow,
_ [G]
till she came upon her true love John, all [Em] dead and [D] gone in [E] Yale.
_ _ [G] Her hair [Em] it was three quarters long, the color it was yellow.
[Bm] _ [G] She tied it round his middle so small, and she bore him [D] home from [Em] Yale. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ Oh daughter dear, [G] don't weep and [Em] mourn, all [G] in grief and [Bm] sorrow.
[G] I can marry you to a much nobler man than the one you lost [E] in Yale.
_ _ [G] Oh [Em] father dear, [G] you have [Em] seven sons, [G] you can wed them each tomorrow.
[Dm] _ But [G] the finest flower of them all was the one I loved in [E] Yale.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[B] _ _ [Em] _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _ [Em] _
_ Oh sister dear, I can read your dream, [G] read in it grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] Your true love John, he lies dead and gone in the [E] dewy dam.
[D] _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] She tore her hair, [G] [Em] wrung her hand, [B] all [G] in grief and [Dm] sorrow.
[G] She tore a ribbon from out her hair that she had received in [Em] Yale.
_ [B] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ Then over hill and over [G] dale and through the stream so [Bm] narrow,
_ [G]
till she came upon her true love John, all [Em] dead and [D] gone in [E] Yale.
_ _ [G] Her hair [Em] it was three quarters long, the color it was yellow.
[Bm] _ [G] She tied it round his middle so small, and she bore him [D] home from [Em] Yale. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [G] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ Oh daughter dear, [G] don't weep and [Em] mourn, all [G] in grief and [Bm] sorrow.
[G] I can marry you to a much nobler man than the one you lost [E] in Yale.
_ _ [G] Oh [Em] father dear, [G] you have [Em] seven sons, [G] you can wed them each tomorrow.
[Dm] _ But [G] the finest flower of them all was the one I loved in [E] Yale.
_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _