Hunting The Wren chords by Lankum

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)



chords for interlude

F#m  24422x
F#m6 24423x
E6  02212x
E   02210x
E7  02213x
D*  x542xx
D6  x5440x
D-5  x541xx
Asus4 x0223x

Intro:

F#m  F#m/G#

Verse 1:

F#m/G#    F#m  F#m/G#   F#m
Sharp is the wind, cold is the rain
       A    F#m      E     D
Harsh is the livelong day, upon the wide open plain
       F#m      F#m/G#    F#m
By Donnelly's hollow, under sad gorse and furze
          A  F#m    E       D
There lies a young wren oh, by the saints she was cursed


Chorus:
       A
The wren is a small bird
  D     A
How pretty she sings
  D     A F#m
She bested the ea-gle
     E     D
When she hid in its wings
           A
With sticks and with stones
   D       A
all among the small mounds
   D       A F#m
They come from all o-ver
                 D
to hunt the wren on the wide open ground

Verse 2:
           F#m        F#m/G#   A
They flock round the soldiers in their jackets so red
         A F#m  E      D
For barrack room fa-vours, pennies and bread
        F#m    F#m/G#  F#m
The soldier is rough, in anger or fun
          A  F#m      E     D
And he causes much bloodshed with his big musket gun


Chorus:
         A
The birds of the earth
  D       A
And beasts of the field
  D      A F#m
By spite and by fu-ry
  E    D
Are people revealed
        A
Attacked in the village
D     A
Spat on in town
   D       A F#m
They come from all o-ver
                 D
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground

Interlude:

|F#m   F#m6 |E6 E  E7 |F#m E D* D6 |Dmaj7 D6 D* D  |
|A    Asus4 |E6 E  E7 |F#m E D* D6 |Dmaj7 D6 D* D-5 |
|F#m      |

Verse 3:
       F#m        F#m/G#     F#m
The wren is a small bird, though blamed for much woe
  F#m/G#  A F#m   E    D
Her form is deri-ded, wherever she goes

          F#m     F#m/G#   F#m
With cold want and whiskey, she soon is run down
  F#m/G#  A F#m   E         D
Her body  para-ded on a staff through the town


Chorus:
       A
A rag for her ceiling
  D      A
The sod was her floor
       D     A   F#m
She chose the cold open plain o'er
  E       D
The dark workhouse door
        A
With two broken wings
  D      A
And feathers so brown
   D       A F#m
They come from all o-ver
                 D
To hunt the wren on the wide open ground