Augmented Seventh Chord Table
| Chord | Root | Major third | Augmented fifth | Minor seventh |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Caug7 | C | E | G♯ | B♭ |
| C♯aug7 | C♯ | E♯ (F) | G (A) | B |
| D♭aug7 | D♭ | F | A | C♭ (B) |
| Daug7 | D | F♯ | A♯ | C |
| D♯aug7 | D♯ | F (G) | A (B) | C♯ |
| E♭aug7 | E♭ | G | B | D♭ |
| Eaug7 | E | G♯ | B♯ (C) | D |
| Faug7 | F | A | C♯ | E♭ |
| F♯aug7 | F♯ | A♯ | C (D) | E |
| G♭aug7 | G♭ | B♭ | D | F♭ (E) |
| Gaug7 | G | B | D♯ | F |
| G♯aug7 | G♯ | B♯ (C) | D (E) | F♯ |
| A♭aug7 | A♭ | C | E | G♭ |
| Aaug7 | A | C♯ | E♯ (F) | G |
| A♯aug7 | A♯ | C (D) | E (F♯) | G♯ |
| B♭aug7 | B♭ | D | F♯ | A♭ |
| Baug7 | B | D♯ | F (G) | A |
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