The Old Bog Road chords by The Irish Tenors

Chords with lyrics

• Capo on 1st
• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: Bb majorBb

🎸 Intro:

A augmentedA  A7A7  D MajorD  B minorBm
F# minorF#m G# minorG#m A augmentedA C# minorC#m B7B7



🎸 Verse 1:
  A augmentedA    F# minorF#m      A augmentedA     A augmentedA    E MajorE
My feet are here on Broad-way, this blessed har-vest morn
D MajorD           A augmentedA      F# minorF#m    E7E7  A augmentedA
But oh! the ache that's in them for the spot where I was born!
  A augmentedA   E MajorE       A augmentedA     A augmentedA    E MajorE
My wea-ry hands are blis-tered from work in cold and heat
D MajorD          A augmentedA      F# minorF#m    E7E7   A augmentedA
And oh! to swing a scythe to-day thro' fields of I-Rish wheat!

🎸 Chorus:
  A augmentedA   D MajorD       F# minorF#m     D MajorD   B minorBm    E MajorE   E7E7
Had I the chance to wan-der back, or own a king's a-bode
A augmentedA    A7A7   D MajorD     B minorBm     E MajorE  E7E7 A augmentedA
'Tis soon I'd see the haw-thorn tree by the Old Bog Road!

🎸 Verse 2:
  A augmentedA   F# minorF#m    A augmentedA        A augmentedA     E MajorE
My Mother died last springtime when Ireland's fields were green.
  D MajorD           A augmentedA      F# minorF#m  E7E7  A augmentedA
The neighbors said her wak-ing was the finest ever seen:
      A augmentedA     F# minorF#m   A augmentedA      A augmentedA   E MajorE
There were snowdrops and prim-roses piled up be-side her beir
D MajorD             A augmentedA      F# minorF#m   E7E7    A augmentedA
And Ferran's Church was crowd-ed when her funeral Mass was said.

🎸 Chorus:
  A augmentedA    D MajorD     F# minorF#m   D MajorD   B minorBm   E MajorE   E7E7
But here was I on Broad-way, and bitter was my load
     A augmentedA    A7A7   D MajorD    B minorBm   E MajorE  E7E7 A augmentedA
When they carried out her coffin down the Old Bog Road!

🎸 Verse 3:
   A augmentedA   F# minorF#m    A augmentedA      A augmentedA    E MajorE
When I was young and innocent my mind was ill at ease
    D MajorD        A augmentedA    F# minorF#m   E7E7    A augmentedA
Through dreaming of Ame-rica and gold be-yond the seas.
   A augmentedA   F# minorF#m      A augmentedA    A augmentedA    E MajorE
Och! sorra take their mon-ey, 'tis hard to get and save
D MajorD           A augmentedA     F# minorF#m  E7E7     A augmentedA
And what's the worth to an-y man when no one speaks his name?

🎸 Chorus:
   A augmentedA   D MajorD       F# minorF#m    D MajorD   B minorBm  E MajorE   E7E7
I've had my day, and here I am, and bitter is my load
A augmentedA     A7A7    D MajorD    B minorBm      E MajorE  E7E7 A augmentedA
A majorA long three thousand miles a-way from the Old Bog Road.

🎸 Verse 4:
   A augmentedA    F# minorF#m  A augmentedA      A augmentedA    E MajorE
Och! Life's a weary puzzle, past finding out by man
D MajorD           A augmentedA       F# minorF#m  E7E7   A augmentedA
I take the day for what it's worth and do the best I can.
   A augmentedA   F# minorF#m   A augmentedA         A augmentedA    E MajorE
Since no one cares a rush for me, what need to make a moan?
 D MajorD         A augmentedA     F# minorF#m   E7E7   A augmentedA
I go my way and draw my pay and smoke my pipe a-lone.

🎸 Chorus:
   A augmentedA   D MajorD        F# minorF#m        D MajorD   B minorBm   E MajorE   E7E7
Each human heart must know its grief, though little be its load
A augmentedA   A7A7    D MajorD  B minorBm      E MajorE  E7E7 A augmentedA
So God be with old Ire-land, and the Old Bog Road!

Coda:
  A augmentedA   A7A7    D MajorD  B minorBm      E MajorE  E7E7 A augmentedA
 God be with old Ire-land, and the Old Bog Road!