Mo Bhuachaillín Donn lyrics and chords
From the singing of Karen Casey, who sings another great ballad called The King's Shilling song and who learned this ballad from the singing of Áine Uí Cheallaigh, a wonderful traditional singer living in Ring, County Waterford. This is actually a revolutionary song partly disguised as a love song. The title means "The Fair-Haired Boy" which is code for Bonnie Prince Charlie (1720-1788). His combined army of highland clansmen and Irish troops from the Continent was defeated by the Duke of Cumberland's forces at Culloden in 1746. Escaping to France after weeks as a fugitive in Scotland, Bonnie Prince Charlie continued to symbolize the hopes among many Irish of some day overthrowing English rule. The translation to English is by Oisín Ó Siochrú. The version of the guitar chords here fit the version by Eleanor Shanley with Donogh Hennessy on guitar.Eleanor Shanley along with ballad singer Ronnie Drew done a nice version of A Couple More Years Song which is a Dr. Hook song as far as I know.
Intro. chords C G C
My true [F]love he dwells [Am]on the [F]mountain[C]
Like a [Am]war eagle fear[G]less and [C]free
By the side of a [Am]low tuning [C]fountain
That wanders through wild Annalae
His soul has [F]more valour and [C]honour
[Am]Than a king [C]with his palace and [F]crown
For the [Am]blood of the race [G]of O’[C]Connor
Fills the veins of my ‘Buachaillín [F]Donn’
[C]Soft ‘Céad Mí[Am]le Fáilte’I’ll give [F]him[C]
Every [Am]Sunday when he [G]comes to [C]me
And sure what can I [F]do but believe him[C]
When he whispers ‘A [G]Cuisle Mo [C]Chroí’
For his look is [F]so truthful and [C]tender
[Am]From his bright ro[C]ving eyes of dark [F]brown
That I’m [Am]sure any [F]lady of splend[C]our
Could be coaxed by my ‘[G]Buachaillín Donn[C]’
C F C Am C F C Am C Am C
My [F]father has ric[Am]hes in [F]plenty[C]
And [Am]suitors for me [C]in his eye
Ah but [F]let my age [C]come to twenty
And it’s I’ll give them [G]all the good [C]bye
I long [F]for a home on the [C]mountain
Far [Am]away from the [C]dust of the tow[F]n
With [Am]the music of a [F]low tuning foun[C]tain
And the love of my ‘[G]Buachaillín Don[F]n’[C]
My true [F]love he dwells [Am]on the [F]mountain[C]
Like a [Am]war eagle fear[G]less and [C]free
By the side of a [Am]low tuning [C]fountain
That wanders through wild Annalae
His soul has [F]more valour and [C]honour
[Am]Than a king [C]with his palace and [F]crown
For the [Am]blood of the race [G]of O’[C]Connor
Fills the veins of my ‘Buachaillín [F]Donn’
[C]Soft ‘Céad Mí[Am]le Fáilte’I’ll give [F]him[C]
Every [Am]Sunday when he [G]comes to [C]me
And sure what can I [F]do but believe him[C]
When he whispers ‘A [G]Cuisle Mo [C]Chroí’
For his look is [F]so truthful and [C]tender
[Am]From his bright ro[C]ving eyes of dark [F]brown
That I’m [Am]sure any [F]lady of splend[C]our
Could be coaxed by my ‘[G]Buachaillín Donn[C]’
C F C Am C F C Am C Am C
My [F]father has ric[Am]hes in [F]plenty[C]
And [Am]suitors for me [C]in his eye
Ah but [F]let my age [C]come to twenty
And it’s I’ll give them [G]all the good [C]bye
I long [F]for a home on the [C]mountain
Far [Am]away from the [C]dust of the tow[F]n
With [Am]the music of a [F]low tuning foun[C]tain
And the love of my ‘[G]Buachaillín Don[F]n’[C]
