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