Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Mary And The Soldier
| G |
| Come | all you lads of high renown |
| D7 | G |
| That will hear of a | fair young | maiden |
On the lofty mountains far away,
there dwells a comely maiden
| C | G |
| And she roved out on a | summer's | day |
| D7 | G |
| For to view the | soldier's pa | rading |
| C | G | D7 |
| They march so bold and they | look so | gay | , |
| Em | C | D7 |
| The | colours flyin' and the | bands did | play |
| G | Em | C | D7 |
| And it | caused young | Mary | for to | say, |
| G | D7 | G |
| I'll | wed you me | gallant | soldier" |
| G |
| She | viewed the soldiers on parade |
| D7 | G |
| And as they | stood at their | leisure |
| C | G |
| Young Mary to her | self did | say: |
| D7 | G |
| "At last I | found my | treasure |
| C | G | D7 |
| But oh how cruel my | parents must | be | |
| Em | C | D7 |
| To | banish my darlin' so | far from | me |
| G | Em | C | D7 |
| Well I'll | leave them | all and I'll | go with | thee |
| G | D7 | G |
| Me | bold un | doubted | soldier" |
| G |
| "Oh | Mary dear, your parents' love, |
| D7 | G |
| I pray don't | be un | ruly |
| C | G |
| For when you're in a | foreign | land, |
| D7 | G |
| Believe me you'll | rue it | surely |
| C | G | D7 |
| Perhaps in battle | I might | fall | |
| Em | C | D7 |
| From a | shot from an angry | cannon | ball |
| G | Em | C | D7 |
| And | you so | far from your | daddy's | hall |
| G | D7 | G |
| Be ad | vised by a | gallant | soldier." |
| G |
| "Oh I have | fifty guineas n my coat, |
| D7 | G |
| Likewise a | heart that's | bolder |
| C | G |
| And I'd leave them all and I'd | go with | you |
| D7 | G |
| Me bold un | daunted | soldier |
| C | G | D7 |
| So don't say no but | let me | go | |
| Em | C | D7 |
| And | I will face the | daring | foe |
| G | Em | C | D7 |
| And we'll | march to | gether | to and | fro |
| G | D7 | G |
| And I'll | wed you, my | gallant | soldier" |
| G |
| And | when he saw her loyalty |
| D7 | G |
| And Mary | so true- | hearted |
| C | G |
| He said: "Me darling, | married we'll | be, |
| D7 | G |
| And nothing but | death will | part us |
| C | G | D7 |
| And when we're in a | foreign | land | |
| Em | C | D7 |
| I'll | guard you, darling, with | my right | hand |
| G | Em | C | D7 |
| And | hopes that | God might | stand a | friend |
| G | D7 | G |
| To | Mary and her | gallant | soldier" |
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