Irish Heartbeat Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Introduction

Em G D Em D

Em G D Em D Em

G D Em D

Em G D Em D Em

  Em In Banbridge Town in the G County D Down

  One Em morning last D July,

  From a Em boreen green came a G sweet D colleen

  And she Em smiled as she D passed me by. Em

  She G looked so sweet from her D two bare feet

  To the Em sheen of her nut brown D hair.

  Such a Em coaxing elf, sure I G shook my D self

  For to Em see I was D really D there.

Chorus

  From G Bantry Bay up to D Derry Quay and

  From Em Galway to Dublin D Town,

  No Em maid I've seen like the G brown D colleen

  That I Em met in the D County

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and

From Galway to Dublin Town,

No maid I've seen like the brown colleen

That I met in the County Down.

At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there

And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,

With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked

Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.

No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke

Till my plough turns rust coloured brown.

Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside

Sits the star of the County Down.

Chorus / Repeat

Irish Heartbeat

Words and Music by Van Morrison

  Oh E7 won't you A stay, stay awhile

  With your D own E ones. E7

  Don't ever A stray, stray so far

  From your D own E ones.

  This old A world is so cold. A7

  Don't care nothin' for your D soul

  You E share with your A own ones.

Don't rush away, rush away

From your own ones.

Just one more day, one more day

With your own ones.

For the world is so cold.

Don't care nothin' for your soul

You share with your own ones.

Bridge

  There's a D stranger and he's

  Standing at your A door.

  May be your best D friend

  Might be your F♯m brother,

  You may never E know. [E7}

  I'm going A back, going back

To my own ones.

Back to talk, talk awhile

With my own ones.

For the world is so cold.

Don't care nothing for your soul

You share with your own ones.

Ta Mo Chleamhnas Deanta (My Match It Is Made)

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

  [A7} Ta mo D chleamhnas Bm deanta o D athru G areir

  S'ni D mo na go Bm dtaithnioonn an D bhean liom G fein

  Ach D fagfaidh me i mo Bm dhiaidh i

  'gus D imeoidh me liom G fein

  Ar D fud na Bm gcoillte A7 craobh D ach

D

  A match was

  A Bm made D here last G night

  To a D girl I Bm neither D love nor G like

  But I'll D take my own Bm advice

  And D leave her G behind

  And go D roaming the Bm wild woods all A7 over. D

Shiuil mise thoir agus shiuil mise thiar.

Shiuil mise Corcaigh 'gus sraide Bh'l'ath Cliath

Ach samhail de mo chailin deas ni fhaca mise riamh.

'Si an bhean dubh a dhfhag mo chroi craite

Middle eight

change of key) ED ED ED ED ED ED A7 D

I walked up and I walked down.

I walked Cork, and Dublin, and Belfast towns,

But no equal to my true love could I find.

She's the wee lass that's left my heart broken.

D'eirigh me ar maidin dha uair roimh an la

'gus fuair me litir o mo mhile ghra

Chuala me an smoilin 's an londubh a ra

Gur ealiagh mo ghra thar saile

I got up two hours before day

And I got a letter from my true love.

I heard the blackbird and linnet say

That my love had crossed the ocean.

Raglan Road

Traditional, words by P. Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy

Moloney

Intro

D A7 D

  [A7} On D Raglan Road on an Autumn G Day,

  I Bm saw her A7 first and D knew.

  That G her dark hair would F♯m weave a Bm snare

  That D I may one day A7 rue.

  I G saw the danger, F♯m yet I Bm walked

  A F♯m long the en Bmchanted A7 way

  And I D said let F♯m grief be a D falling G leaf

  At the Bm dawning A7 of the day.

On Grafton Street in November,

We tripped lightly along the ledge

Of a deep ravine where can be seen

The world of passions pledge.

The Queen of Heart's still baking tarts

And I not making hay,

Well I loved too much by such and such

Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her the gifts of the mind.

I gave her the secret sign

That's known to all the artists who have

Known true Gods of Sound and Time.

With word and tint I did not stint.

I gave her reems of poems to say

With her own dark hair and her own name there

Like the clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet where old ghosts meet,

I see her walking now away from me,

So hurriedly my reason must allow.

For I have wooed not as I should

A creature made of clay.

When the angel woos, the clay heel lose

His wings at the dawn of the day.

She Moved Through the Fair

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

  D My C young love said to D me,

  My C mother won't D mind

  And my Cfat D her won't slight you

  For C your lack of Am7 kind.

  And she C stepped D away from me

  And C this she did Am7 say,

  "It C will not be D long love

  Till C our wedding D day".

  She C stepped away D from me

  And she C moved D through the fair

And slowly I watched her move here

And move there.

She went her way slowly

With one star awake,

As the swan in the evening

Moves over the lake.

I dreamt that last night that,

My young love came in.

So softly she entered,

That her feet made no din.

She came close beside me

And this she did say,

"It will not be long love

Till our wedding day".

I'll Tell Me Ma

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Intro

A E7 A E7 A D A E7 A D A E7 A

  I'll A tell me Ma when I go home,

  The E7 boy's won't leave the A girls alone.

They'll pull my hair, they stole my comb,

  Well [E7} that's alright till I go A home.

Chorus

  A She is handsome. She is D pretty.

  A She is the bell of [E7} Belfast City.

  A She is courtin' D one, two, three.

  A Please won't you [E7} tell me, A who is she?

Albert Mooney say's he loves her.

All the boy's are fighting for her.

They knock at the door and ring at the bell

Sayin' "Oh my true love, are you well"?

Out she comes as white as snow,

Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.

Oul Jenny Murray say's she'll die

If you don't get the fella

With the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high

And the snow come tumbling from the sky,

She's as nice as apple pie.

She'll get her own lad by and by.

When she gets a lad of her own,

She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.

Let them all come as they will

For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Repeat 1st Verse and Chorus

Carrickfergus

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

  I Am wished I Dm had you in G7 Carrick Am fergus,

  Only for Dm nights in G7 Bally C grand,

  I Am would swim Dm over the G7 deepest Am ocean,

  The deepest Dm ocean to be Am by your C side.

  But the G7 sea is C wide and I Dm can't swim G7 over

  And neither C ha Am ve I Dm wings to G7 fly.

  I Am wish I could Dm find me a G7 handy Am boatman

  To ferry me Dm over G7 to my love and C die.

My childhood days bring back sad reflections

Of happy days so long ago.

My boyhood friends and my own relations.

Have all passed on like the melting snow.

Chorus 1

C So I'll G7 spend my C days Am in Dm endless G7 roving,

  Soft is the C grass Am and my Dm bed is G7 free.

  Oh to be Dm home now G7 in Carrick Am fergus,

  On the long road Dm down to the G7 salty C sea.

And in Kilkenny it is reported

On marble stone there as black as ink,

With gold and silver I did support her

But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink.

Chorus 2

I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,

A handsome rover from town to town.

Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered

Come all ye young men and lay me down.

Celtic Ray

Words and Music by Van Morrison

(The introduction and the middle eight of this song are

taken from an Irish traditional song called Buachaill on Eireann which

roughly translates as the Boy From Ireland)

  When G Lewellen comes around

And he goes through market town

  Am You'll be on the Celtic Ray,

  G Are you ready?

  G When McManus comes around

On his early morning round

  Am Cryin' "Herrin' Olay"

  G You'll be on the Celtic Ray.

1st Bridge:

  Am Ireland, Em Scotland, Am Brittany, and Em Wales,

  I can Am hear those Em ancient Am voices calling,

  G "Children, children"

When the coalbrick man comes round,

On a cold November day

You'll be on the Celtic Ray,

Are you ready?

Middle 8 GC GC G

2nd Bridge:

Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall and Wales,

I can hear those ancient voices calling,

"Children, children, children".

Listen Jimmy, I wanna go home.

Listen Jimmy I wanna go home.

I've been away from the Ray too long.

Repeat

I've been away from the Ray too long.

In the early mornin', we'll go walkin' where

The light comes shining through

On the Celtic Ray,

Are you ready?

My Lagan Love

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

  F Where D♯ Lagan F streams sing lulla D♯ bies

  There F blows

  A A♯ lily F fair.

  F The [Eb} twilight F gleam is in her D♯ eye,

  The F night is A♯ on her F hair.

  F And like a A♯ love F sick lena A♯ shee

  She hath my Gm heart in C7 thr F all.

  Fm No life have F I, no liber D♯ ty,

  For F love is A♯ Lord of F all.

F A♯ F

And often when the beetles horn

Has lulled the eve to sleep,

I'll steal into her sheiling lorn

And through the doorway creep.

There on the cricket's singing stone,

She makes the bogwood fire

And sings in sweet and undertone,

The song of hearts desire.

Marie's Wedding

Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney

Chorus

  A Step we gaily on we go,

  D Heel and heel

  And A toe for toe,

Arm and arm

And row and row,

  D All for Marie's E7 wedding.

  A Over hillways, up and down,

  D Myrtle green and E7 bracken brown,

  A Past the sheilings through the town

  D All for the sake of E7Marie.

Chorus

  A Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,

  D Bright her eyes as E7 any star.

  A Fairest of them all by far,

  D Is our darlin' E7 Marie.

Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal,

Plenty peat to fill her kreel.

Plenty bonnie bairns as well,

That's the toast for Marie.