Pogues - Rising Of The Moon Chords

 
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

Intro

Now come Ctell me Sean O'Farrell tell me Gwhy you hurry so Hush aFbhucachaill, hush and Clisten and his Gcheeks were all aCglow I have Corders from the Captain, Get you Gready quick and soon For the Fpikes must be Ctogether at the Grising of the Cmoon At the Crising of the moon, at the Grising of the moon The Fpikes must be Ctogether at the Grising of the Cmoon And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is to be At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me And by way of signal token, whistle loud the marching tune With your pike across your shoulder at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon With your pike across your shoulder at the rising of the moon From many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning light Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshees lonely croon And a thousand pikes a flashing at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon A thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon All along the singing river a black mass of men was seen And above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green Death to every foe and traitor, whistle loud the marching tune And hurrah! me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon And hurrah! me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon And hurrah! me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon