Anchor Ukes Irish

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A Bunch Of Thyme Forster and Allen 3
A Place in the Choir Celtic Thunder 4
A Woman's Heart Mary Black 5
Black Velvet Band Traditional 6
Brown Eyed Girl Van Morrison 7
Caledonia Dougie Maclean / Dolores Keane 8
Danny Boy (Short version) 9
Dirty Old Town The Pogues 10
Fields of Athenry The Dubliners 11
Fisherman's Blues Waterboys 12
Forty Shades Of Green 13
Galway Girl Steve Earle 14
Galway Shawl * Artist 15
Home from the sea- Phil Coulter 16
I Useta Love Her Saw Doctors 17
I'll Tell Me Ma Traditional 18
Ireland's Call Phil Coulter 19
Irish Medley Various 20
Katy Daley Eamonn O’Shea 21
Maggie Traditional 22
Marie's Wedding Traditional 23
Molly Malone Easy 24
Mountains of Mourne Percy French ☘️ 25
My Lagan She Flows Softly 26
N17 The Saw Doctors 27
Raglan Road LUKE KELLY 28
Rattlin Bog 29
Ride On Christy Moore 30
She'll be comin round the mountain 31
Star of the County Down Traditional 32
Summer in Dublin Bagatelle 33
Teenage Kicks Undertones 34
The Irish Rover The Pogues with the Dubliners 35
The Leaving Of Liverpool Dubliners 36
This is the Life Amy McDonald 37
Travellin' Soldier The Dixie Chicks 38
Wellerman/Drunken Sailor Medley 39
Whiskey In the Jar 40
Whistling Gypsy Traditional 41
Wild Rover The Dubliners 42
Will ye go lassie go? Francis McPeake 43
Working Man Celtic Thunder 44

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	Whiskey In the Jar 40
	Whistling Gypsy Traditional 41
A Bunch Of Thyme Forster and Allen 3	Wild Rover The Dubliners 42
A Place in the Choir Celtic Thunder 4	Will ye go lassie go? Francis McPeake 43
A Woman's Heart Mary Black 5	Working Man Celtic Thunder 44
Black Velvet Band Traditional 6
Brown Eyed Girl Van Morrison 7
Caledonia Dougie Maclean / Dolores Keane 8
Danny Boy (Short version) 9
Dirty Old Town The Pogues 10
Fields of Athenry The Dubliners 11
Fisherman's Blues Waterboys 12
Forty Shades Of Green 13
Galway Girl Steve Earle 14
Galway Shawl * Artist 15
Home from the sea- Phil Coulter 16
I Useta Love Her Saw Doctors 17
I'll Tell Me Ma Traditional 18
Ireland's Call Phil Coulter 19
Irish Medley Various 20
Katy Daley Eamonn O’Shea 21
Maggie Traditional 22
Marie's Wedding Traditional 23
Molly Malone Easy 24
Mountains of Mourne Percy French ☘️ 25
My Lagan She Flows Softly 26
N17 The Saw Doctors 27
Raglan Road LUKE KELLY 28
Rattlin Bog 29
Ride On Christy Moore 30
She'll be comin round the mountain 31
Star of the County Down Traditional 32
Summer in Dublin Bagatelle 33
Teenage Kicks Undertones 34
The Irish Rover The Pogues with the Dubliners 35
The Leaving Of Liverpool Dubliners 36
This is the Life Amy McDonald 37
Travellin' Soldier The Dixie Chicks 38
Wellerman/Drunken Sailor Medley 39

Black Velvet Band [C] Traditional Intro [Dm] [G] [C] [C] Verse 1: In a [C] neat little town they call Belfast, apprenticed to [F] trade I was [G] bound, [C] Many an hour sweet happiness Have I [Dm] spent in that [G] neat little [C] town. 'Till a sad misfortune came o'er me, and caused me to [F] stray from the [G] land. Far a-[C]way from my friends and relations, Be-[Dm]trayed by the [G] black velvet [C] band. |Chorus: |Her [C] eyes they shone like diamonds, |I thought her the [F] queen of the [G] land, |And her [C] hair hung over her [Am] shoulder, |Tied [Dm] up with a [G] black velvet [C] band. Verse 2: I [C] took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not [F] long for to [G] stay, When [C] who should I meet but this pretty fair maid, Come a [Dm] traipsing a-[G]long the high[C]way. She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was [F] just like a [G] swan's And her [C] hair hung over her shoulder, Tied [Dm] up with a [G] black velvet [C] band. |Chorus: |Her [C] eyes they shone like diamonds, |I thought her the [F] queen of the [G] land, |And her [C] hair hung over her [Am] shoulder, |Tied [Dm] up with a [G] black velvet [C] band. Verse 3: I [C] took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman [F] passing us [G] by. Well, I [C] knew she meant the doing of him, By the [Dm] look in her [G] roguish black [C] eye. A gold watch she took from his pocket, And placed it [F] right into my [G] hand, And the [C] very first thing that I said was, "Bad [Dm] ‘cess to the [G] black velvet [C] band". |Chorus: |Her [C] eyes they shone like diamonds, |I thought her the [F] queen of the [G] land, |And her [C] hair hung over her [Am] shoulder, |Tied [Dm] up with a [G] black velvet [C] band. Verse 4: Be[C]fore the judge and the jury next morning I [F] had to a-[G]ppear. The [C] judge he says to me, "Young fellow, The [Dm] case against [G] you is quite [C] clear. Seven long years is your sentence, to be spent far a [F] way from this [G] land, Far a-[C]way from your friends and relations, Be-[Dm]trayed by the [G] black velvet [C] band. |Chorus: |Her [C] eyes they shone like diamonds, |I thought her the [F] queen of the [G] land, |And her [C] hair hung over her [Am] shoulder, |Tied [Dm] up with a [G] black velvet [C] band. [C - Single Strum]

Home from the sea- Phil Coulter [INTRO] G [VERSE 1] [G] On a cold winter's night, with the storm at its height C G A lifeboat answered the call D G B7 Em They pitched and they tossed, 'til we thought they were lost A D As we watched from the harbour wall [VERSE 2] G Though the night was pitch black, there was no turning back C B For someone was waiting out there C G Em And each volunteer had to live with his fear As they [A]joined in a silent [D]prayer [CHORUS] Carry us [G]home, home, [C] home from the [G] sea C G Am D Angels of mercy, answer our plea G C G And carry us home, home, home from the sea C G Am D G C G D G Carry us safely, home from the sea [VERSE 3] As they [G]battled their way past the mouth of the bay C G It was blowing like never before D G B7 Em As they gallantly fought, every one of them thought A D Of loved ones back on the shore [VERSE 4] G Then a flicker of light and they knew they were right C B There she was on the crest of a wave C G Em She's an old fishing boat, and she's barely afloat "Please [A] God, there are souls we can [D] save!" [CHORUS] Carry them [G]home, home, [C] home from the [G] sea C G Am D Angels of mercy, answer our plea G C G And carry us home, home, home from the sea C G Am D G C G D G Carry us safely, home from the sea [VERSE 5] And back in the town, in a street that runs down C G To the sea and the harbour wall D G B7 Em They had gathered in pairs at the foot of the stairs A D To wait for the radio call [VERSE 6] G And just before dawn, when all hope was gone C B Came a hush and a faraway sound C G Em 'Twas the cox'n he roared, "All survivors on board!" Thank [A] God and we're homeward [D] bound [CHORUS]

Irish Medley - Various [G] [D] [G] When [G] Irish [D] eyes are [G] smiling [G7] Sure, it's [C] like the morn in [G] Spring To the [C] lilt of Irish [G] laughter You can [A] hear the angels [D] sing [D7] When [G] Irish [D] hearts are [G] happy [G7] All the [C] world seems bright and [G] gay And when [C] Irish eyes are [G] smiling Sure, they'd [A] steal your [D] heart a-[G]-way STOP: [C] There's one fair county in [F] Ireland With [G] memories so glorious and [C] grand Where [C] nature has lavished her [F] bounty In the [G] orchards of Erin's green [C] land I love it's Cathedral [F] city once [G] founded by Patrick so [C] true And it bears in the heart of it's [F] bosom The [G] ashes of Brian [C] Boru [Chorus] It's my[C] own [F] I-[G] rish [C] home [C] Far [F] across the[Dm] foam And [G] though I've often left it In foreign lands to [C] roam No matter [F] where I [C] wander Through cities [F] near and [Dm] far Sure my [C] heart is at home in old [F] Ireland In the [G] County of [C] Armagh STOP: In Oran-[C]-more in the County Gal-[Em]-way, One pleasant even-[Am]-ing in the month of [F] May [G7] I spied a [C] damsel, she was young and [Em] handsome, Her beauty [Am] fairly [F] took my [G] breath [C] away. [Chorus] [NC] She wore no [C] jewels, no costly [Em] diamonds, No paint no [Am] powder, no none at [F] all [G7] She wore a [C] bonnet with ribbons on [Em] it, And 'round her [Am] shoulder [F] was a [G] Galway [C] shawl. We kept on [C] walking, she kept on [Em] talking Till her father's [Am] cottage came into [F] view [G7] She said Come [C] in, sir, and meet my [Em] father, And play to [Am] please him [F] The [G] Foggy [C] Dew. [Chorus] [NC] She wore no [C] jewels, no costly [Em] diamonds, No paint no [Am] powder, no none at [F] all[G7] She wore a [C] bonnet with ribbons on [Em] it, And 'round her [Am] shoulder [F] was a [G] Galway [C] shawl [Slowing Down] Yes 'round her [Am] shoulder [F] was a [G] Galway [C] Shawl [G] [C] |

Katy Daley - Eamonn O’Shea Intro [G] [D] [G] [Chorus] G Come down from the mountain Katy Daley D Come on down the mountain Katy do D7 Can't you hear us calling Katy Daley G We want to drink your good old mountain dew [Verse 1] G With her old man she came from Tipperary D In the pioneering days of '42 D7 Her old man was shot in Tombstone City G For the making of his good old mountain dew [Chorus] G Come down from the mountain Katy Daley D Come on down the mountain Katy do D7 Can't you hear us calling Katy Daley G We want to drink your good old mountain dew [Verse 2] G Wake up and pay attention Katy Daley D For I'm the judge that's gonna sentence you D7 All the boys in court have drunk your whiskey G To tell the truth I like a little too [Chorus] G Come down from the mountain Katy Daley D Come on down the mountain Katy do D7 Can't you hear us calling Katy Daley G We want to drink your good old mountain dew [Verse 3] G So to the jail they took poor Katy Daley D And pretty soon the gates were open wide D7 Angels came for poor old Katy Daley G Took her far across the great divide [Chorus] G Come down from the mountain Katy Daley D Come on down the mountain Katy do D7 Can't you hear us calling Katy Daley G We want to drink your good old mountain dew G We want to drink your good old mountain dew [G//]

Raglan Road[C] - LUKE KELLY C C F On Raglan Road on an autumn day C F C I saw her first and knew F C That her dark hair would weave a snare, Am G that I might one day rue F C I saw the danger and I passed, Am G along the en--chanted way, C F and I said, Let grief, be a fallen leaf C F C at the dawning of the day' C F On Grafton Street in November, C F C we tripped lightly along the ledge F C Of a deep ravine, where can be seen, Am G the true worth of passion's pledge F C The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts, Am G and I not making hay C Oh, I loved too much and by such, F C F C by such, is happiness thrown away C F I gave her gifts of the mind I, C F C gave her the secret signs F C That's known to the artists who have known, Am G the true gods of sound and stone F C And the word and tint, with--out stint, Am G I gave her poems to say C F With her own name there, and her own dark hair, C F C like clouds over fields of May C F On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet, C F C I see her walking now F C A--way from me so hurriedly, Am G my reason must al--low F C That I had loved, not as I should, Am G a creature made of clay C F When the angel woos, the clay he'd lose C F C his wings at the dawn of day (Slowing Down) C F When the angel woos, the clay he'd lose C F C his wings at the dawn of day

Rattlin Bog |[Chorus] |[G] Ho, ro, the [C] rattling bog. The [G] bog down in the [D] valley-o |[G] Ho, ro, the [C] rattling bog. The [G] bog down in the [D] valley [G]-o [Repeat chorus after each verse] 1. Well (G)in that bog there was a hole, a rare hole, a (D)rattlin hole, A (G) hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)-o 2. Well (G)in that hole there was a tree, a rare tree, a (D)rattlin tree, A (G) tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley(G)-o 3. And (G)on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a (D)rattlin limb, A (G)limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 4. And (G)on that limb there was a branch, a rare branch, a (D)rattlin branch, A (G)branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 5. And (G)on that branch there was a twig, a rare twig, a (D)rattlin twig, And the (G) twig on the branch and the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 6. And (G)on that twig there was a nest, a rare nest, a (D)rattlin nest, And the (G)nest on the twig and the twig on the branch and the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 7. And (G)on that nest there was an egg, a rare egg, a (D)rattlin egg, And the (G)egg on the nest and the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch and the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 8. And (G)on that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a (D)rattlin bird. And the (G)bird on the egg and the egg on the nest and the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch and the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 9. And (G)on that bird there was a feather, a rare feather, a (D)rattlin feather And the (G)feather on the bird and the bird on the egg and the egg on the nest and the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch and the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o 10. And (G)on that feather there was a flea, a rare flea, a (D)rattlin flea And the (G)flea on the feather and the feather on the bird and the bird on the egg and the egg on the nest and the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch and the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the hole and the hole in the bog and the bog down in the (D)valley-(G)o

The Irish Rover - The Pogues with the Dubliners Intro + Kazoo: (same as first 4 lines of verse) Do do [G] do do do do do do do do [C] do do do [G] do do do do do do [D] do do do [G] do do do do do do do do do [C] do do [G] do do do [D] do do do do [G] do Verse 1: On the [G] Fourth of July, eighteen hundred and [C] six, We set [G] sail from the sweet cove of [D] Cork We were [G] sailing away with a cargo of [C] bricks For the [G] grand City [D] Hall in New [G] York She was a [G] wonderful craft, she was [D] rigged 'fore and aft And [G] oh how the wild winds [D] drove her She 'stood [G] several blasts, she had [Em] twenty-seven [C] masts And they [G] called her the [D] Irish [G] Rover Verse 2: We had [G] one million bags of the best Sligo [C] rags We had [G] two million barrels of [D] stones We had [G] three million sides of old blind horses' [C] hides We had [G] four million [D] barrels of [G] bones We had [G] five million hogs and [D] six million dogs [G] And seven million barrels of [D] porter We had [G] eight million bales of old [Em] nanny goats' [C] tails In the [G] hold of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]ver Verse 3: There was [G] Barney McGee from the banks of the [C] Lee There was [G] Hogan from County Ty-[D]rone There was [G] Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of [C] work And a [G] man from [D] Westmeath called [G] Malone There was [G] Slugger O'Toole who was [D] drunk as a rule [G] And fighting Bill Tracy from [D] Dover And your [G] man Mick McCann, from the [Em] banks of the [C] Bann Was the [G] skipper of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]ver Verse 4: We had [G] sailed seven years when the measles broke [C] out And our [G] ship lost her way in the [D] fog And the [G] whole of the crew was reduced down to [C] two 'Twas [G] meself and the [D] captain's old [G] dog Then the [G] ship struck a rock oh [D] Lord what a shock [G] The bulkhead was turned right [D*] over [STOP] We turned [G*] nine times around - then [Em*] the poor old dog was [C*] drowned [SHOUT 1,2,3,4] Now I'm [G] the last of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]ver Outro + Kazoo: (same as verse) Do do [G] do do do do do do do do [C] do do do [G] do do do do do do [D] do do do [G] do do do do do do do do do [C] do do [G] do do do [D] do do do do [G] do do do [G] do do do do do do [D] do do do [G] do do do do do do [D] do (slowing down) do do [G*] do do do do do [Em*] do do do do do [C*] do Now I'm the [G] last of the Irish [D] Ro-[G]ver

This is the Life - Amy McDonald [Intro]` Am F C Em Oh, the [Am] wind whistles down The [F]cold dark street tonight And the [C] people they were dancing[Em] to the music vibe And the [Am] boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair While the [F]shy tormented youth sit way over there And the [C]songs they get louder Each one better than be[Em]fore |[Chorus] |And you're singing the s[Am]ongs, thinking this is the life |And you wake up in the [F]morning and your head feels twice the size |Where you gonna go? |[C]Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep to[Em]night |And you're singing the s[Am]ongs, thinking this is the life |And you wake up in the [F]morning and your head feels twice the size |Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep to[Em]night |Where you gonna sleep to[Am]night [Instrumental] Am F C Em So you're [Am]heading down the road in your taxi for four And you're [F]waiting outside Jimmy's front door But [C]nobody's in and nobody's home 'til[Em] four So you're [Am]sitting there with nothing to do Talking a[F]bout Robert Riger and his motley crew And [C]where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep to[Em]night |[Chorus] |And you're singing the s[Am]ongs, thinking this is the life |And you wake up in the [F]morning and your head feels twice the size |Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep to[Em]night? |And you're singing the s[Am]ongs, thinking this is the life |And you wake up in the [F]morning and your head feels twice the size |Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go? \Where you gonna sleep ton[Em]ight? |Where you gonna sleep ton[Am]ight? [Instrumental] Am F C Em Am F C Em |[Chorus] |And you're singing the s[Am]ongs, thinking this is the life |And you wake up in the [F]morning and your head feels twice the size |Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep to[Em]night? |And you're singing the s[Am]ongs, thinking this is the life |And you wake up in the [F]morning and your head feels twice the size |Where you gonna go? [C]Where you gonna go? \Where you gonna sleep ton[Em]ight? |Where you gonna sleep ton[Am]ight?...... [SLOW ON LAST LINE] [Outro] Am F C Em Am

Travellin' Soldier - The Dixie Chicks [C] Two days past 18 He was waiting for the bus in his army greens Sat [F]down at a booth in a cafe there, Gave his [C]order to a girl with a bow in her hair. [C]He's a little shy so she gives him a smile And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And [F]talking to me ... I'm feeling a little [C]low She said I'm [Bb]off in an hour and [F]I know where we can [C]go. [C]So they went down and they sat on the pier, he said "I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care, I [F] got no one... to send a letter [C]to. Would you [Bb]mind if I sent [F]one back here to [C]you?" |Chorus: |[Am]I cried |[F]Never gonna hold the hand of another [C]guy |Too young, for him they told her |[G]Waitin' for the love of a travellin' soldier |[Am]Our love will never end |[F]Waitin' for the soldier to come back [C]again |Never more to be alone |When the [G]letter says, a soldier's coming [C]home [C]So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he [F] told her of his heart It might be love and [C] all of things he was so scared of. He said when it's gettin' kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier And [F] I close my eyes and see your pretty [C]smile Don't [Bb]worry but I won't be [F]able to write for a [C]while Chorus: [C]One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang A [F]man said Folks .. would you bow your heads For a [C]list of local Vietnam dead. Cryin' all alone under the stands Was a piccolo player in the marching band And [F]one name read and nobody really [C] cared But a [Bb]pretty little girl .. [F]with a bow in her [C]hair. |[Am]I cried……..[F]Never gonna hold the hand of another [C]guy |Too young, for him they told her |[G]Waitin' for the love of a travellin' soldier |[Am]Our love will never end |[F]Waitin' for the soldier to come back [C]again |Never more to be alone [Slowing down on the last line] |When the [G]letter says, a soldier's coming [C]home [G*] [C*]

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