Biografia:
Over the past three albums and five years, Toronto’s Celtic rock band Enter The Haggis has found itself at the center of a grassroots success story ever teetering on the brink of mainstream success. From playing Celtic festivals to headlining them, and from the festival circuit to selling out multiple nights in rock venues, ETH has blazed a path with heavy and almost constant touring up and down the East Coast, to Canada, the West Coast and back again, winning over success one fan, one town, one region at a time.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
THE MINSTREL BOY
ENTER THE HAGGIS
(Traditional Irish Song)
Tabbed by neoman602295
I play it with a Capo on two but I didn't check how ETH plays it so yep.
G C G C
The minstrel boy to the war has gone.
Em G D G
In the ranks of death you will find him.
G C G C
His father's sword he has girded on
Em G D G
And his wild harp slung behind him.
Em D
"Land of song," said the warrior bard,
C D
"Though all the world betray thee,
G C G C
One sword at least thy roads shall guard,
Em G D G
One faithDful heart shall praise thee."
The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under.
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its cords asunder,
And said, "No chain shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery.
My songs remain for the pure and free.
They shall never sound in slavery."
ENTER THE HAGGIS
(Traditional Irish Song)
Tabbed by neoman602295
I play it with a Capo on two but I didn't check how ETH plays it so yep.
G C G C
The minstrel boy to the war has gone.
Em G D G
In the ranks of death you will find him.
G C G C
His father's sword he has girded on
Em G D G
And his wild harp slung behind him.
Em D
"Land of song," said the warrior bard,
C D
"Though all the world betray thee,
G C G C
One sword at least thy roads shall guard,
Em G D G
One faithDful heart shall praise thee."
The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under.
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its cords asunder,
And said, "No chain shall sully thee
Thou soul of love and bravery.
My songs remain for the pure and free.
They shall never sound in slavery."
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