This Story I Tell You Is True Lyrics Guitar Chords
written by J.Reidy and recorded by Annemarie O'Riordan, Big Tom, and T.R.Dallas, the song tells the story of Ireland in days long ago, Annemarie does a fantastic job singing this beautiful song, the tune use is similar to Rosin The Beau but not quiet the same, the guitar chords are by Marc This song has now become one of the most popular songs on the site and I'm not a bit surprised either. There is a words without the chords getting in the way now for all the non guitar players. I have now made a sheet music for the tin whistle up and included some letter notes for those who don't read music. I hope this helps. The youtube video is by Annemarie O'Riordan.
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This Story I Tell You Is True Song Words
Come stroll for a while through my memory and I'll tell you of times long ago When we walked to school Summer and Winter, barefoot through the fields we would go I remember our little thatched cottage and the half-door led into the hall The crane o'er the fire in the kitchen and the grandfather clock on the wall Chorus Oh the stout it was cured with a poker and poitin they said cured the flu The bacon it hung from the ceiling, sure this story I tell you is true. We went in the trap to mass Sundays and Grandad would wear his best hat The priest would recite from the altar and the women in different seats sat Matchmaking was part of tradition and the rambling house filled up at night When the (C)tailor would tell the ghost stories, oh the children would shiver with fright. Chorus I remember the sound of the anvil and the burning horse-hoof we would smell As we passed the forge door in the evening with water we fetched from the well We spancelled the cows before milking, tied the horse to the wall through the shoe His collar and hames, his winkers and reins, the harness we kept it like new Chorus For miles to the fair in the darkness with our animals we walked with delight When the wheeling and dealing was over, every one waited on for the fight Now I hope that in telling this story I haven't detained you too long For there is so much more I must tell you, - some day in some other song. Chorus sure this story I tell you is true 
Key Of G Major
(G)Come stroll for a while through my memory (C)and I'll (G)tell you of times long (D)ago (D7) When we (G)walked to school Summer and Winter,(C) bare(G)foot through the (D)fields we would (G)go I re(G)member our little thatched (C)cottage (Em)and the (G)half-door led into the (D)hall (D7) The (G)crane o'er the fire in the kitchen (C)and the (G)grandfather (D)clock on the (G)wall Chorus Oh (G)the stout it was cured with a (C)po(Em)ker and (G)poitin they said cured the (D)flu (D7) The (G)bacon it hung from the ceiling, (C)sure this (G)story I (D7)tell you is (G)true. We (G)went in the trap to mass Sundays (C)and (G)Grandad would wear his best (D)hat (D7) The (G)priest would recite from the altar (C)and the (G)women in (D)different seats (G)sat Match(G)making was part of tra(C)dition (Em)and the (G)rambling house filled up at (D)night (D7) When the (G)tailor would tell the ghost stories, (C)oh the (G)children would (D)shiver with (G)fright. |
Guitar Chords For This Story I Tell You Is True In C Major
Intro: G-C-C-C-F-C-G-C (C)Come stroll for a while through my memory (F)and I'll (C)tell you of times long (G)ago (G7) When we (C)walked to school Summer and Winter,(F) bare(C)foot through the (G)fields we would (C)go (?) I re(C)member our little thatched (F)cottage (Am)and the (C)half-door led into the (G)hall (G7) The (C)crane o'er the fire in the kitchen (F)and the (C)grandfather (G)clock on the (C)wall (?) Chorus Oh (C)the stout it was cured with a (F)po(Am)ker and (C)poitin they said cured the (G)flu (G7) The (C)bacon it hung from the ceiling, (F)sure this (C)story I (G7)tell you is (C)true. (?) We (C)went in the trap to mass Sundays (F)and (C)Grandad would wear his best (G)hat (G7) The (C)priest would recite from the altar (F)and the (C)women in (G)different seats (C)sat (?) Match(C)making was part of tra(F)dition (Am)and the (C)rambling house filled up at (G)night (G7) When the (C)tailor would tell the ghost stories, (F)oh the (C)children would (G)shiver with (C)fright. (?) Chorus Repeat Intro I re(C)member the sound of the anvil (F)and the (C)burning horse-hoof we would (G)smell (G7) As we (C)passed the forge door in the evening (F)with (C)water we (G)fetched from the (C)well (?) We (C)spancelled the cows before (F)milking, (Am)tied the (C)horse to the wall through the (G)shoe (G7) His (C)collar and hames, his winkers and (F)reins, the (C)harness we (G)kept it like (C)new (?) Chorus For (C)miles to the fair in the darkness (F)with our (C)animals we walked with de(G)light (G7) When the (C)wheeling and dealing was over, (F)every (C)one waited (G)on for the (C)fight (?) Now I (C)hope that in telling this (F)sto(Am)ry I (C)haven't detained you too (G)long (G7) For (C)there is so much more I must tell you, (F) - (C)some day in (G)some other (C)song. (?) Chorus (F)sure this (C)story I (G7)tell you is (C)true 
Chords In The Key Of D
(D)Come stroll for a while through my memory (G)and I'll (D)tell you of times long (A)ago (A7) When we (D)walked to school Summer and Winter,(G) bare(D)foot through the (A)fields we would (D)go I re(D)member our little thatched (G)cottage (Bm)and the (D)half-door led into the (A)hall (A7) The (D)crane o'er the fire in the kitchen (G)and the (D)grandfather (A)clock on the (D)wall Chorus Oh (D)the stout it was cured with a (G)po(Bm)ker and (D)poitin they said cured the (A)flu (A7) The (D)bacon it hung from the ceiling, (G)sure this (D)story I (A7)tell you is (D)true. We (D)went in the trap to mass Sundays (G)and (D)Grandad would wear his best (A)hat (A7) The (D)priest would recite from the altar (G)and the (D)women in (A)different seats (D)sat Match(D)making was part of tra(G)dition (Bm)and the (D)rambling house filled up at (A)night (A7) When the (D)tailor would tell the ghost stories, (G)oh the (D)children would (A)shiver with (D)fright. Chords In The Key Of A
(A)Come stroll for a while through my memory (D)and I'll (A)tell you of times long (E)ago (E7) When we (A)walked to school Summer and Winter,(D) bare(A)foot through the (E)fields we would (A)go I re(A)member our little thatched (D)cottage (F#m)and the (A)half-door led into the (E)hall (E7) The (A)crane o'er the fire in the kitchen (D)and the (A)grandfather (E)clock on the (A)wall Chorus Oh (A)the stout it was cured with a (D)po(F#m)ker and (A)poitin they said cured the (E)flu (E7) The (A)bacon it hung from the ceiling, (D)sure this (A)story I (E7)tell you is (A)true. We (A)went in the trap to mass Sundays (D)and (A)Grandad would wear his best (E)hat (E7) The (A)priest would recite from the altar (D)and the (A)women in (E)different seats (A)sat Match(A)making was part of tra(D)dition (F#m)and the (A)rambling house filled up at (E)night (E7) When the (A)tailor would tell the ghost stories, (D)oh the (A)children would (E)shiver with (A)fright. |
