The Green Fields Of Canada Guitar Chords And Lyrics
Unknown songwriter, recorded by Cherish The Ladies,Paddy Tunney, Mary Dillon and Pauline Scanlon. a song about emigrating from Ireland to Canada looking for a better life and never to return. Cherish The Ladies cover a lot of the old ballads including Matt Hyland Song and Sweet Thames Flow Softly. The sheet music and tin whistle notes are included.
Song Lyrics And Guitar Chords In The Key Of G
Fare[G]well to the groves of [C]shellelagh and [D]sham[Em]rock
Fare[G]well to the [D]wee girls of Old [Am]Ireland all [Em]round
May their [G]hearts be as merry as [C]ever I would [D]wish [Em]them
When [G]far, far a[D]way cross the [Am]ocean I'm [Em]bound
Oh my [G]father is [C]old and my [Am]mother’s quite [D]fee[Em]ble
And to [G]leave their own [C]country it [Am]grieves their hearts [Em]sore
Oh the [C]tears down their [D]cheeks in great [C]drops they are [D]rol[Em]ling
To [G]think they must [D]die u[Am]pon some foreign [Em]shore
But what [G]matters to me where my [C]bones may be [D]bu[Em]ried
If in [G]peace and in con[D]tentment I [Am]can spend my [Em]life
Oh the [G]green fields of Canada they [C]daily are [D]bloo[Em]ming
It's [G]there I'll put an [D]end to my [Am]miseries and [Em]strife.
Then it's [G]pack up your [C]seastores and [Am]tarry no [D]lon[Em]ger
Ten [G]dollars a [C]week isn't [Am]very bad [Em]pay;
With no [C]taxes or [D]tithes to [C]devour up your [D]wa[Em]ges
When [G]you are on the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]cay
The [G]lint dams are dry and the [C]looms are all [D]bro[Em]ken,
The [G]coopers are [D]gone and the [Am]winders of [Em]creels,
A[G]way o'er the ocean go [C]journeymen [D]tai[Em]lors,
And [G]fiddlers who [D]flaked out the [Am]old mountain [Em]reels.
The [G]sheep run un[C]shorn and the [Am]land's gone to [D]ru[Em]shes
The [G]handyman's [C]gone and the [Am]winders of [Em]creals
A[C]way across the [D]ocean good [C]journeyman [D]tai[Em]lors
And [G]fiddlers that [D]play out the [Am]old mountain [Em]tunes.
Fare[G]well to the dances in [C]homes now de[D]ser[Em]ted,
When [G]tips struck the [D]lightening in [Am]splanks from the [Em]floor,
The [G]paving and crigging of [C]hobnails on [D]flag[Em]stones
The [G]tears of the [D]old folk and [Am]shouts of en[Em]core.
For the [G]landlords and [D]bailiffs in [Am]vile combi[D]na[Em]tion,
Have [G]forced us from [C]hearthstone and [Am]homestead a[Em]way
May the [C]crowbar bri[D]gade all be [C]doomed to dam[D]na[Em]tion
When [G]we are on the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]cay.
The [G]timber grows thick on the [C]slopes of Co[D]lum[Em]bia
With [G]Douglas in gran[D]deur two [Am]hundred feet [Em]tall,
The [G]salmon and sturgeon dam [C]streamlet and [D]ri[Em]ver,
And the [G]high Rocky [D]Mountains look [Am]down on it [Em]all.
On the [G]prairie and [C]plain sure the [Am]wheat waves all [D]gol[Em]den
The [G]maple gives [C]sugar to [Am]sweeten your [Em]tay.
You [C]won't want for [D]corn cob way [C]out in Saskat[D]che[Em]wan
When [G]you are in the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]cay.
And if [G]you grow weary of [C]pleasure and [D]plen[Em]ty
Of [G]fruit from the [D]orchard and [Am]fish from the [Em]foam,
There's [G]health and good hunting 'way [C]back in the [D]for[Em]ests
Where [G]herds of great [D]moose and wild [Am]buffalo [Em]roam.
And it's [G]now to con[C]clude and to [Am]finish my [D]sto[Em]ry
If [G]ever friendless [C]Irishmen [Am]chances my [Em]way
With the [C]best in the [D]house I will [C]treat him, and [D]wel[Em]come
At [G]home in the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]kay.
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Fare[G]well to the groves of [C]shellelagh and [D]sham[Em]rock
Fare[G]well to the [D]wee girls of Old [Am]Ireland all [Em]round
May their [G]hearts be as merry as [C]ever I would [D]wish [Em]them
When [G]far, far a[D]way cross the [Am]ocean I'm [Em]bound
Oh my [G]father is [C]old and my [Am]mother’s quite [D]fee[Em]ble
And to [G]leave their own [C]country it [Am]grieves their hearts [Em]sore
Oh the [C]tears down their [D]cheeks in great [C]drops they are [D]rol[Em]ling
To [G]think they must [D]die u[Am]pon some foreign [Em]shore
But what [G]matters to me where my [C]bones may be [D]bu[Em]ried
If in [G]peace and in con[D]tentment I [Am]can spend my [Em]life
Oh the [G]green fields of Canada they [C]daily are [D]bloo[Em]ming
It's [G]there I'll put an [D]end to my [Am]miseries and [Em]strife.
Then it's [G]pack up your [C]seastores and [Am]tarry no [D]lon[Em]ger
Ten [G]dollars a [C]week isn't [Am]very bad [Em]pay;
With no [C]taxes or [D]tithes to [C]devour up your [D]wa[Em]ges
When [G]you are on the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]cay
The [G]lint dams are dry and the [C]looms are all [D]bro[Em]ken,
The [G]coopers are [D]gone and the [Am]winders of [Em]creels,
A[G]way o'er the ocean go [C]journeymen [D]tai[Em]lors,
And [G]fiddlers who [D]flaked out the [Am]old mountain [Em]reels.
The [G]sheep run un[C]shorn and the [Am]land's gone to [D]ru[Em]shes
The [G]handyman's [C]gone and the [Am]winders of [Em]creals
A[C]way across the [D]ocean good [C]journeyman [D]tai[Em]lors
And [G]fiddlers that [D]play out the [Am]old mountain [Em]tunes.
Fare[G]well to the dances in [C]homes now de[D]ser[Em]ted,
When [G]tips struck the [D]lightening in [Am]splanks from the [Em]floor,
The [G]paving and crigging of [C]hobnails on [D]flag[Em]stones
The [G]tears of the [D]old folk and [Am]shouts of en[Em]core.
For the [G]landlords and [D]bailiffs in [Am]vile combi[D]na[Em]tion,
Have [G]forced us from [C]hearthstone and [Am]homestead a[Em]way
May the [C]crowbar bri[D]gade all be [C]doomed to dam[D]na[Em]tion
When [G]we are on the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]cay.
The [G]timber grows thick on the [C]slopes of Co[D]lum[Em]bia
With [G]Douglas in gran[D]deur two [Am]hundred feet [Em]tall,
The [G]salmon and sturgeon dam [C]streamlet and [D]ri[Em]ver,
And the [G]high Rocky [D]Mountains look [Am]down on it [Em]all.
On the [G]prairie and [C]plain sure the [Am]wheat waves all [D]gol[Em]den
The [G]maple gives [C]sugar to [Am]sweeten your [Em]tay.
You [C]won't want for [D]corn cob way [C]out in Saskat[D]che[Em]wan
When [G]you are in the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]cay.
And if [G]you grow weary of [C]pleasure and [D]plen[Em]ty
Of [G]fruit from the [D]orchard and [Am]fish from the [Em]foam,
There's [G]health and good hunting 'way [C]back in the [D]for[Em]ests
Where [G]herds of great [D]moose and wild [Am]buffalo [Em]roam.
And it's [G]now to con[C]clude and to [Am]finish my [D]sto[Em]ry
If [G]ever friendless [C]Irishmen [Am]chances my [Em]way
With the [C]best in the [D]house I will [C]treat him, and [D]wel[Em]come
At [G]home in the [D]green fields of [Am]Ameri[Em]kay.
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The green fields of Canada / America sheet music and tin whistle notes. Use your C tuned tin whistle for the first version.
And use you D whistle for the second piece of sheet music.
This is the same tune as used for the American version of the song.
And use you D whistle for the second piece of sheet music.
This is the same tune as used for the American version of the song.
