Chord Req: For Ireland I'd not tell her name

Subject: Chord Req: For Ireland I'd not tell her name
From: GUEST,Billy Boy in France
Date: 04 Jan 05 - 10:36 AM

looking for Guitar chords (preferable easy ones!!) for the following:
I'll gladly buy a drinkie for the compadre that comes up with the magic! Go raibh maith agat!

For Ireland I'd not tell her name
(Ar Eirinn Ni Neosfainn Ce Hi)

Last eve as I wandered quite near,
To the borders of my little farm.
A beautiful maiden appeared,
Whose loveliness caused my hearts harm.
By her bearing and look smitten sore,
And the words from her sweet lips that came.
To meet her I raced the field o'er,
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.


If this beauty but my words would heed,
The words that I'd speak would be true.
I'd help her in every need,
And indeed all her work I would do.
To win one fond kiss from my love,
I'd read her romances of fame.
Her champion I daily would prove,
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name

There's a beautiful stately young maid,
At the nearing of my little farm.
She is welcoming, kind, unafraid,
Her smile is both childlike and warm.
Her gold hair in masses that grows,
Like amber in sheen is the same.
And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose,
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

Subject: RE: Chord Req: For Ireland I'd not tell her name
From: DADGBE
Date: 04 Jan 05 - 01:47 PM

Hi Billy Boy,

If you're thinking of the same tune that I am, try these:

    D       G               D
Last eve as I wandered quite near,

                     Em      A
To the borders of my little farm.

D         G       D
A beautiful maiden appeared,

                  G                D
Whose loveliness caused my hearts harm.

                                 G
By her bearing and look smitten sore,

         D             Bm               A
And the words from her sweet lips that came.

    D          G               D
To meet her I raced the field o'er,

                     G            D
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

Best regards,
Ray

Subject: RE: Chord Req: For Ireland I'd not tell her name
From: GUEST,Billy Boy in France
Date: 05 Jan 05 - 06:25 AM

Great thanks!
I owe you a pint..
If your ever in the Irish pub the Druid in Grenoble France, I'll get it for you there!!

Subject: RE: Chord Req: For Ireland I'd not tell her name
From: Brían
Date: 05 Jan 05 - 07:20 AM

Tá an t-amhrán sin níos fearr gan giotár, bazouki nó pianó. Croch sus é a dhuine uasal!

Brían

Subject: RE: Chord Req: For Ireland I'd not tell her name
From: Brían
Date: 05 Jan 05 - 05:51 PM

Ooops, that should be: croch suas é

Seamus Heaney in his poem The Singer's House (scroll down)
said it best:

"When I came here first you were always singing,
a hint of the clip of the pick
in your winnowing climb and attack.
Raise it again, man. We still believe what we hear".