Augmented Seventh Chord - Augmented Seventh Chord Table

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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