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All tabs on this page are in GDAD tuning unless otherwise noted. In most cases I indicate the capo position at which I play the song or tune, but that position may not represent the key in which the tune or song is traditionally played.
These tabs represent my interpretations of songs, not necessarily an attempt to mimic the playing of other (better) players. Some of these tabs were originally worked out back when I was just learning bouzouki, and thus may be a bit crude and ham-fisted - or utterly incorrect. In particular, regarding Andy Irvine ... over the years I have attempted to learn dozens of the songs that Andy plays. This compendium includes several of these attempts ... some of which are, well, not very good. I am in no way saying "this is how Andy plays it". Rather, I'm saying this is how I learned to muddle through. Still, just seeing the precise fingerings of someone else may be of some help to others, so I will post my tabs - created and collected over 12 years - for all to share. I hope you find some of them useful.
A few of the songs feature sections that are designed to played along with a guitar part as part of an arrangement for The Gallowglasses, and so may be a bit thin when played alone. This was by design. Most of the tunes are pretty straight, but a few feature "bass line" runs to complement a fiddle lead. Keep these caveats in mind.
Many of the tunes that are transcribed come from thesession.org, where I have converted their ABC notation to tab (using some code that I wrote) - and then ornamented with my own changes that work well with bouzouki - in particular with hammers, pulls and slides ('h', 'p', '/'). Some of the tunes without ornamentation are just direct transcriptions of the raw tune. If you have found some tunes in ABC notation and you'd like me to translate them to tablature, just drop me a note.
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Arthur McBride
As I Roved Out
Back Home in Derry
Black Velvet Band
Dirty Old Town
Don’t Go for the One
Drink It Up Men
Dublin Pub Crawl, The
Fields of Athenry
Finnegan's Wake
Foggy Dew, The
Galway Girl
I'll Tell Me Ma
Leaving Of Liverpool, The
Molly Malone
Night Pat Murphy Died, The
Old Dun Cow
Seven Drunken Nights
Shores of Botany Bay, The
Steve O'Donnell's Wake
Whiskey in the Jar
Whiskey in the Jar (Christy Moore version)
Wild Rover
Arthur McBride
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D G D G D Em G
D D A G D
D G A ...
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I had a first cousin called Arthur McBride,
IV/A I/E iim/F#m IV/A
He and I took a stro-oll down by the seaside;
I/E
A' seeking good fortune and what
might betide,
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Twas just as the day was a'dawnin'.
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Then after restin' we both took a tramp,
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We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp,
I/E
Besides the wee drummer, who beat up for camp,
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With his row-dee-dow-dow in the morning.
(The turnaround played at the end of each verse is: I IV V V)
E A B
He says "my young fellows if you will enlist,
A guinea you quickly will get in your fist.
Besi-edes a crown for to kick up the dust,
And drink the King's health in the morning.
For a soldier he leads a very fine life,
He always is blessed with a charming young wife,
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strife,
And always lives happy and charming.
Ah now me bold sergeant we are not for sale,
We'll make no such bargain, your bribe won't avail,
We're not tired of our country, we don't care to sail,
Although that your offer is charming
And if we were such fools as to take the advance
Then right bloody slender would be our poor chance,
For the Queen wouldn't scruple to send us to France,
Where we would be shot without warning
And now says the sergeant, "If I hear but one word,
I instantly no-ow will out with my sword,
And into your bodies as strength will afford,
So now my gay devils take warning."
But Arthur and I-e we took the odds,
We gave them no chance for to launch out their swords,
Our whacking shillelaghs came over their heads,
And paid them right smart in the morning.
As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch,
And made a football of his row-dee-dow-dow,
And into the ocean to rock and to roll,
And bade it a tedious returnin'.
As for the old rapier that hung by his side,
We flung it as far as we could in the tide,
"To the Devil I pitch you", says Arthur McBride,
"To temper your steel in the morning."
As I Roved Out
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And who are you, me pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey?
Dm C Dm C
And who are you, me pretty fair maid, and who are you, me honey?
Dm Am C
She answered me quite modestly, "I am me mother's darling."
Dm C Dm
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
And will you come to me mother's house, when the sun is shining clearly (repeat)
I'll open the door and I'll let you in, and divil 'o one would hear us.
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
So I went to her house in the middle of the night, when the moon was shining clearly (repeat)
She opened the door and she let me in and divil the one did hear us.
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit, and she led him to the stable ( repeat )
Saying "There's plenty of oats for a soldier's horse, to eat it if he's able."
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
Then she took me by the lily-white hand and she led me to the table ( repeat )
Saying "There's plenty of wine for a soldier boy, to drink it if you're able."
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
Then I got up and made the bed, and I made it nice and aisy ( repeat )
Then I got up and laid her down, saying "Lassie, are you able?"
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
And there we lay till the break of day and divil a one did hear us ( repeat )
Then I arose and put on me clothes saying "Lassie, I must leave you."
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
And when will you return again and when will we get married ( repeat )
When broken shells make Christmas bells we might well get married.
With me too-ry-ay, fol-de-diddle-day, di-re fol-de-diddle dai-rie oh.
Back Home in Derry
Bouzouki Capo II Gm Dm F C Bb ---0---0------2------------------------------------------ ---1---0---0--3--1--------------------------------------- ---0---0---3--2--0--------------------------------------- ---0---2---5-----3--------------------------------------- Gm Dm F C Gm (x2) Gm Dm Gm Dm Gm Dm F C Gm Chorus: Bb F Gm F Gm (x2) In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow Chorus: Oh............ I wish I was back home in Derry Oh............ I wish I was back home in Derry At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil As down below decks we were lying O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Dan O'Connor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their reciever I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horse rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three Our comrades we buried each morning In our own slime we were lost in a time Of endless night without dawning Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man To live out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I'm still the same On the cold winters night you will find me
Black Velvet Band
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D D A G
Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound
D Bm D A D
Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town
D A G
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
D Bm D A D
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
CHORUS
D A G
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, I thought her the queen of the land
D Bm D A D
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
Dirty Old Town
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Met my love, by the gas works wall
C G
Dreamed a dream, by the old canal
Kissed my girl, by the factory wall
D Em (I'm playing a G5 here.)
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beats
Springs a girl on the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Instrumental (do do do do do....etc)
I heard a siren from the dock
Saw a train cut the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smokey wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I'm going to make me a big sharp ax
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
dirty old town, dirty old town
Met my love, by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream, by the old canal
Kissed my girl, by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Don’t Go for the One
(from Gaelic Storm)
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My friend Harvey married Tracey McCall,
D
By Christ she was a scary old doll.
G
A voice out of hell and a temper to boot,
C D G
Arms like a navvy and a face like dried fruit.
I bumped into Harvey back home last year,
Says I to him, 'Do you wanna go for a beer?'
'No, me sister's French husband is over,' says he,
'I've been sent to get snails to impress him for tea.'
'I was down in the snail shop, she told me to go,'
'I'm a little bit late because business was slow,'
'If I'm not home by six, I'll surely be done,'
'The Mrs will kill me, let's just go for the one.'
CHORUS:
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
The one, the one, don't go for the one,
don't go for the one, for the one, for the one.
For the one went down fast, the second did too,
three or four followed, twas a fine how-do-you-do,
Harvey looked at his watch, shrieked out with fright,
It was twenty past ten, we'd been drinking all night.
Well cursing my name, he sped 'cross the floor,
clutching the snails, he ran out the door,
'I'm a dead man,' he said, 'I'm drunk and I'm late,'
As he tore down the road and up to his gate.
Chorus
Well he opened the gate and he ran down the path,
but he knew he was in for the dragon's wrath,
but he tripped and he fell and up in the air
went the bag with the snails flying everywhere.
Hearing the noise she kicked open the door,
snails and Harvey were spread 'cross the floor,
'You're three hours late,' she screamed, loud as she could,
'What's your excuse, this had better be good.'
Well he looks down at the snails
and with a confident dare
he says, 'five more feet lads, we're nearly there.'
Chorus x2
Drink It Up Men
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At the pub at the crossroads there's whiskey and beer
C F G C
There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years
C Gsus4 F C
But for killing the thirst and for easing the gout
C F G7 G
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout
C G G7 C
Drink it up men it's long after ten
At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
Going up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
Some folk's o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others the swear by the juice of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door
It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger then tea
And when in the morning I feel kind a rough
Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff
Dublin Pub Crawl, The
If Capo 5:
D G D A
D G D A D
D ..... G D
A D G D A D
INTRO: G C G D G
VERSE:
G C G D
We all went in to Kitty McGee's for we're a jolly crew
G C G D G
We all went in to Kitty McGee's to have a drink or two
G C G
Kitty McGee's, in Dublin town upon the crawl
D G C G D G
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
G C G D
We all went in O'Hegarty's pub for we're a jolly three
G C G D G
We all went in O'Hegarty's just to have a drink or two
G C G
O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's, in Dublin town upon the crawl
D G C G D G
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
G C G D
We all went in O'Leary's pub for we're a jolly crew
G C G D G
We all went in O'Leary's just to have a drink or two
G C G
O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's, in Dublin town upon the crawl
D G C G D G
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
G C G D
We all went in McCleary's pub for we're a jolly crew
G C G D G
We all went in McCleary's just to have a drink or two
G
McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
C G
in Dublin town upon the crawl
D G C G D G
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
G C G D
We all went in McQuillan's pub for we're a jolly crew
G C G D G
We all went in McQuillan's just to have a drink or two
G
McQuillan's, McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
C G
In Dublin town upon the crawl
D G C G D G
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
G C G D
We all went in to Dillon's pub for we're a jolly crew
G C G D G
We all went in to Dillon's just to have a drink or two
G
Dillon's, McQuillan's, McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
C G
In Dublin town upon the crawl
D G C G D G
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
*** CHANGE OF KEY ***
VERSE:
A D A E
We all went in to Cafferty's pub for we're a jolly crew
A D A E A
We all went in to Cafferty's just to have a drink or two
A
Cafferty's, Dillon's, McQuillan's, McCleary's, O'Leary's,
D A
O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,in Dublin town upon the crawl
E A D A E A
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
A D A E
We all went in to Rafferty's pub for we're a jolly crew
A D A E A
We all went in to Rafferty's just to have a drink or two
A
Rafferty's, Cafferty's, Dillon's, McQuillan's, McCleary's, O'Leary's,
D A
O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's, in Dublin town upon the crawl
E A D A E A
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
A D A E
We all went in to Gilligan's pub for we're a jolly crew
A D A E A
We all went in to Gilligan's just to have a drink or two
A
Gilligan's, Rafferty's, Cafferty's, Dillon's, McQuillan's,
McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
D A
In Dublin town upon the crawl
E A D A E A
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
A D A E
We all went in to Milligan's pub for we're a jolly crew
A D A E A
We all went in to Milligan's just to have a drink or two
A
Milligan's, Gilligan's, Rafferty's, Cafferty's, Dillon's, McQuillan's,
McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
D A
In Dublin town upon the crawl
E A D A E A
A hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
A D A E
We all went in to Flannigan's pub for we're a jolly crew
A D A E A
We all went in to Flannigan's just to have a drink or two
A
Flannigan's, Milligan's, Gilligan's, Rafferty's, Cafferty's,
Dillon's, McQuillan's, McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
D A
In Dublin town upon the crawl
E A D A E A
a hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
VERSE:
A D A E
We all went in to Lannigan's pub for we're a jolly crew
A D A E A
We all went in to Lannigan's for a final drink or two
A
Lannigan's, Flannigan's, Milligan's, Gilligan's, Rafferty's, Cafferty's,
Dillon's, McQuillan's, McCleary's, O'Leary's, O'Hegarty's, Kitty McGee's,
D A
In Dublin town upon the crawl
E A D A E A
a hell of a time was had by all, down where the beer and whiskey flew
************ Now play the IRISH WASHERWOMAN song ************
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Fields of Athenry
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By the lonely prison wall, i heard a young girl cal-ling
G C D
Micheal they have taken you away
G C G D
For you stole trevelins corn so the young might see the morn
D D7 G
A prison ship lies waiting in the bay
G C G Em
Low Lie The fields of athenry
G D
where once we watched the small free birds fly
G C
our love was the wing
G D
We had dreams and songs to sing
D D7 G
and so lonely round the fields of athenry
By the lonely prison wall, i heard a young man cal-ling
Nothing matters mary when your free
against the famine and the crown, i fought they cut me down
now you must raise our child with dignity
Chorus
By the lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fa-ll
as the prison ship sailed out against the sky
for she lived to hope and pray for her love in botany bay
and it's so lonely round the fields of athenry
Chorus x 2
Finnegan's Wake
D B G A D B G A D D B D B D B G A D Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentleman Irish mighty odd Well he had a brogue both rich and sweet an' to rise in the world he carried a hod Ah but Tim had a sort of tipplin way with the love of the liquor he was born And to send him on his way each day he'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn Whack fol the dah will ya dance to yer parner around the flure yer trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake He fell off the ladder and he broke his skull and they carried him home his corpse to wake Well they rolled him up in a nice clean sheet and they laid him out upon the bed With a bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head Well his friends assembled at the wake and Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch Well first they brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and brandy punch Then Widow Malone began to cry 'Such a lovely corpse, did you ever see Arrah, Tim Mavourneen, why did you die?' 'Will ye hould your gob?' said Molly McGee Well Mary O'Connor took up the job 'Biddy' says she 'you're wrong, I'm sure Well Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor Well civil war did then engage, woman to woman and man to man Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began Well Tim Maloney raiseed his head, when a bottle of whiskey flew at him He ducked and, landing on the bed, the whiskey scattered over Tim Bedad he revives, see how he rises Tim Finnegan rising in the bed Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
Foggy Dew, The
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D C F C D
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D C F A D
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As down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I. High
There armoured lines of marching men, in squadrons passed me by.
No fife did hum, no battle drum, did sound its lonely tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffy's swell, rang out o'er the foggy dew. 3-2-D
Right proudly high over Dublin sky, they hung out that flag of war. High
'Twas better to die 'neath the Irish sky, than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. 03 to A
And from the plains of Royal Meath , strong men came marching through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns , Sailed into the foggy dew. new riff
oh the night fell black and the rifle's crack, made perfidious Albion reel 03
through the leaded rail seven tongues of flame rang out o're the lines of steel 03 to A
and to every blade a prayer was said that to Ireland her sons be true
when the morning broke still the war flag shook out its fold on the foggy dew Intro (riff to C x2))
it was England bade our wild geese go That small nations might be free.
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea. 03 to A
But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Cathal Bruagh (Cal Brew),
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep 'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew. Intro (riff x1)
but the bravest fell, and the requiem bell Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide In the springing of the year.
And the world did gaze in deep amaze At those gallant men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew. Intro (riff x1)
then back through that glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
for I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see no more 03 to A
and to and fro in my sleep I'll go and I'll kneel and pray for you
oh slavery fled oh gallant dead when you fell on the foggy dew
oh slavery fled our glorious dead when you died in the foggy dew High
Galway Girl
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Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
D A G
On a day -I-ay-I-ay
D
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
D G D
On a fine soft day -I-ay
G D G D
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
Bm G D
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
G D G D
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
Bm G D
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
Bridge:
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Bm G D
Bm G D
A G D
We were halfway there when the rain came down
On a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
BRIDGE (2X)
D G D
When I woke up I was all alone
D G D
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
'Cause I've traveled around. I've been all over this world
Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
BRIDGE (3X)
I'll Tell Me Ma
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I'll tell me ma when I go home the boys wont leave the girls alone,
G D A G D
They pull me hair and stole my comb,and thats all right till I go home,
G D A
She is handsome, she is pritty, she is the girl from Belfast City,
D G
She is courting one two three,
D A D
Please wont you tell me who is she.
Albert Mooney says he loves her all the boys are fighting for her.
They knock on her door they ring on her bell saying oh me true love are you well.
Out she comes as white as snow,rings on her fingers bells on her toes,
Old Jenny Murry says she'll die if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye.
Let the wind and the rain and the hale blow high,
And the snow come shovelling from the sky,
She's as sweet as apple pie,and she'll get her own lad by,and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,she wont tell her ma when she gets home,
Let them all come as they will,but its Albert Mooney she loves still.
Leaving Of Liverpool, The
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C F C
Fare thee well to you, my own true love,
G
there were many fare thee wells.
C F C
I am bound for California,
G C
a place that I know right well.
CHORUS:
G F C
So fare the well, my own true love,
G
when I return united we will be.
C F C
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
G C
but my darling when I think of thee.
I am bound on a yankee clipper ship,
Davy Crockett is her name.
And her captain's name it is Burgess,
and they say that she's a floating shame.
Chorus
I sailed with Burgess once before,
and I think I know him well,
If a man's a sailor he will get along,
if he's not then he's sure in Hell.
Chorus
The ship is in the harbor, love,
and you know I can't remain,
I know it will be a long long time
before I see you again.
Chorus x2
Molly Malone
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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
C Am Dm G
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
C G
She wheeled a wheel-barrow through streets broad and narrow
C Am C G C
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
C G
A-live, a-live, oh, a-live, a-live, oh
C Am C G C
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
She was a fishmonger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before.
They both wheeled a barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
Chorus:
She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheeles her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying 'Cockles and Mussels a-live, a-live, oh'
Chorus:
Night Pat Murphy Died, The
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G C D
Oh the night that Patty Murphy died is a night I'll never forget
G G/F# C D
Some of the boys got loaded drunk and they ain't got sober yet
G C D
As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feeling gay
G
O’Leary came with a bagpipe, some music for to play
G C D
That's how they showed their respect for Patty Murphy
G C D
That's how they showed their honour and their pride
G C D
They said it was a sinner's shame and they winked at one another
G G/F# Em D C D G
And every drink in the place was full the night Pat Murphy died
As Mrs. Murphy sat in the corner, pouring out her grief
Kelly and his gang came tearing down the street
They went into an empty room and a bottle of whisky stole
They put the bottle with the corpse to keep that whisky cold
About 2 o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug
Doyle does up the icebox lid to see poor Patty's mug
We stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy couldn't see the time
And at a quarter after 2 we argued it was 9
Well they stopped the hearse on George Street outside some damn saloon
They all went in at half past 8 and staggered out at noon
They went up to the graveyard so holy and sublime
Found out when they got there they left the corpse behind
Old Dun Cow
Gm Gm F D
Gm F B D
Gm Gm F D
Gm D 532 Gm
Tom Brown and I in a public house, were playing dominoes one night
When into the room a fireman came, his face all chalky white
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost? Have you seen your Aunt Moriah?"
"Oh my Aunt Moriah be buggered," says he, "The bleeding pubs on fire"
Oh, there was Brown, up side down, mopping up the whiskey on the floor
"Booze, booze" the firemen cried, as they come a knockin' at the door
"Well don't let em in till it's all mopped up. Somebody shouted, "MacIntyre"
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk, when the Old Dun Cow caught fire
"A fire," says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me.”
And it's down to the cellar, and if the fire's not there, we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown. The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more, till we were all half pissed.
Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub and gave it just a few hard knocks
Started takin' off his pantaloons, likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed, ya can't do that thing here.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub, when we got all this light beer."
And then there came a mighty crash. Half the bloody roof gave way.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose, but still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks and we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the good old scotch, till we were bleary-eyed.
Later that night, when the fire was out, we came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk, our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer, seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub, it closes on the hour!"
Seven Drunken Nights
CAPO V
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As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,
F C F G
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be,
C F C F
Well I called me wife and said to her,will you kindly tell to me
C F C G C
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be,
C
Ha your drunk,your drunk you silly old fool,still you cannot see,
F C G C
That's a lovey sow that me mother sent to me,
C
Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
F C G C
But a saddle on a sow I never saw before.
LAST VERSE:
As I came home on a Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a man running out the door with his pants down to his knees
I called the wife and I said to her, "Would you kindly tell to me,
Who was that man running out the door with his pants down to his knees?"
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool sttil you cannot see
That's the tax collector that the Queen sent to me
Well, it's many the day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But an English man who can go till three I never saw before
And as I went home on tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be,
'Ha your drunk you silly old fool,and still you cannot see,
Thats the wollen blanket that me mother sent to me,
'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before.
And as I came home on a Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a pipe upon the chair,where my old pipe should be,
'Well I called me wife and said to her would you kindle tell to me,
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be,
'Ha your drunk you silly old fool,and still you cannot see,
Thats a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me,
'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.
And as I went home on a Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be,
'Ha your drunk you sill old fool still you cannot see,
Thats two lovely geranium pots me mother gave to me,
'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But laces on a geranium pot sure I never saw before,
And as I went home on a Friday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be,
'Ha your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see,
Thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me,
Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But a baby boy with whiskers sure I never saw before.
As I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them hands upon you breasts where my old hands should be,
Ah your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see,
Thats a lovely night gown me mother sent to me,
Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But fingers on a night gownh I never saw before.
As I came home on a Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a man running out the door with his pants down to his knees
I called the wife and I said to her, "Would you kindly tell to me,
Who was that man running out the door with his pants down to his knees?"
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk, you silly old fool sttil you cannot see
That's the tax collector that the Queen sent to me
Well, it's many the day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But an English man who can go till three I never saw before
Shores of Botany Bay, The
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Well, I'm on my way down to the quay
C G
Where the good ship Nell doth lay
G Em
To command a gang of navvies
C Am
I was ordered to engage
G Em
I thought I would stop in for a while
C G
Before I sailed away
Em Em
For to take a trip on an immigrant ship
D7 Am G
To the shores of Botany Bay
{Refrain}
Farewell to your bricks and mortar
Farewell to your dirty lime
Farewell to your gangway and gang planks
And to Hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin
She's lying at the quay
For to take old Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
The best years of our life we spend at
Working on the docks
Building mighty wharves and quays
Of earth and ballast rocks
Though pensions keep our jobs secure
I shan't rue the day
When I take a trip on an immigrant ship
To the shores of Botany Bay
{Refrain}
Well, the boss comes up this morning
And he says, "Why, Pat, hello
If you do not mix the mortar quick
To be sure you'll have to go"
Well, of course he did insult me
I demanded all me pay
And I told him straight I was going to emigrate
To the shores of Botany Bay
{Refrain}
When I reach Australia
I'll go and search for gold
There's plenty there for digging up
Or so I have been told
Or maybe I'll go back to me trade
Eight hundred bricks I'll lay
For an eight hour shift and an eight bob pay
On the shores of Botany Bay
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The shores of Botany Bay!
Steve O'Donnell's Wake
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O'Donnell was a gentleman, so everybody said,
D
He was loved by all his friends both rich and poor,
G C G
And everyone was sorry when they heard that Steve was dead
D G
And they saw the black crepe paper 'round the door.
The barber came to shave the Galway boxer's face and throat,
And cut his hair to fit him through the door,
A red necktie and button-hole bouquet were in his coat,
And a bunch of shamrocks in his hat he wore.
Chorus:
And they were fighters, and writers, and Irish dynamiters,
There was beer, gin, whiskey, wine and cake; (not much cake!)
They were men of high position, they were Irish politicians
And we all got drunk at Steve O'Donnell's Wake.
The undertaker Sweeney got the job to lay him out,
In a casket of the very finest make,
He dressed him up right handsome, saying,' "Boys, there'll be no doubt,
The tears will flow at Steve O'Donnell's wake."
There were fifty candles at his head, a dozen at his feet,
And flowers everywhere for friendship's sake.
"Oh, Stevie boy, why did ya die?" his weeping widow cried,
And we bowed our heads as Father Murphy prayed.
(Repeat Chorus)
As the whiskey flowed McGovern said that "Stevie was a bum,"
But he said that's just the way some of us felt.
So Paddy Mack got off his back and knocked McGovern down,
When he hit him on the jaw a mighty belt.
All the boys joined in the fighting, everyone was raging mad,
And the blood they shed could fill a shaggin' lake;
They knocked poor Stevie to the ground and they busted out the lights,
It was holy war at Steve O'Donnell's wake.
(Repeat Chorus)
Now the cops came in to stop the brawl and calm the boyos down,
The corpse was picked up by his brother Dan;
We started telling stories when McGovern dropped a bomb
He said Stevie never fought the Black n Tans
So Paddy threw his whiskey back and swore he'd take his life,
McGovern swore he'd try to do the same;
They fought and drank and drank and fought 'til the cops came back again,
And joined the craic at Steve O'Donnell's wake.
[Repeat Chorus 2Xs]
Whiskey in the Jar
V1 "As I was going over...."
land on "jar"
Tell Me Ma (V1) G D G x2
V2 "I counted out his money..."
land on "jar"
Tell Me Ma (V1+2) G D G x2 G C G D x2
V3 "I went into my chamber...."
hold the G..
Danny Boy G C G D (+ G)
V4 "Early in the morning...."
land on "jar"
Irish Washerwoman (AA) G D G D G x2 G D C(4th: 5454520) G
V5 "Some take delight..."
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C Am
As I was going over the, far fam'd Kerry Mountains,
F C G
I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin',
C Am
I first produced my pistol, and then produced my rapier,
F C
Sayin': Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver".
Chorus:
G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack fol de daddy o,
F
Whack fol de daddy o
C G C
There's whiskey in the jar.
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in my pocket, and I took it home to Jenny,
She sighed, and she swore that she never would deceive me,
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.
Chorus
I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder,
But Jenny drew my charges and she filled them out with water,
Then sent for Captain Farrel, to be ready for the slaughter.
Chorus
'Twas early in the morning just before I rose to travel,
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise, Captain Farrel,
I first produced my pistol for she stole away my rapier,
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.
Chorus
If anyone can aid me 'tis my brother in the army,
If I can find his station, in Cork or in Killarney,
And if he'll go with me we'll go roving in Kilkenny,
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my darling sporting Jenny.
Whiskey in the Jar (Christy Moore version)
Intro:
G G G C x4
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G F C
As I was goin' over - the cork and kerry mountains
G F C
I met with Captain Ferrel and his money he was countin'
G
I first produced my pistol - and then produced my rapier
G F C G D G
Stand And Deliver - for I am a bold deceiver
G G/C G D
Whack fol the diddle and a whack fol the diddle oh there's whiskey in the jar
G G/C G D G
Whack fol the diddle and a whack fol the diddle oh there's whiskey in the jar
He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket and i gave it up to Jenny
She sighed and she swore she never would betray me
But the devil take that woman for she never could lie easy
I went up to my chamber all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of darling jenny and sure it was no wonder
But Jenny drew my charges she filled them up with water
And she sent for captain ferrel to be ready for the slaughter
And early the next morning, before I rose to travel (travel)
Up came Colonel Peckin, and likewise Captain Ferrel (Ferrel)
I first drew out my pistols and then took out my rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken
If ever I go riding in the morning bright and early
Down through the fields of Dublin or the mountains of Tip'rary
I'll be thinking of the night Jenny fixed my slaughter
How she took my pistols and she filled them out with water
Wild Rover
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