Irish Ballads

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A Bunch Of Thyme Forster and Allen 3
A Pair of Brown Eyes The Pogues 4
Back Home in Derry Christy Moore 5
Black Velvet Band 6
Bright Blue Rose 7
City of Chicago * Christy Moore 8
Dirty Old Town [☘️] Ewan McColl 9
Galway Girl*-Steve Earle 10
Galway Shawl * Artist 11
Sally Gardens in G 12
She Moved Through The Fair Traditional 13
Spancil Hill Misc Traditional 14
Star of the County Down Traditional 15
The Green Fields Of France The Furys 16
The Irish Rover The Pogues with the Dubliners 17
The Leaving Of Liverpool Dubliners 18
The Mountains of Mourne[☘️] 19
The Parting glass Ed Sheeran 20
The Town I Loved So Well Phil Coulter 21
The Voyage Christy Moore 22
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling 23
Whiskey In The Jar Thin Lizzy 24
Wild Mountain Thyme Traditional 25
Wild Rover The Dubliners 26

Contents Page 1 of 1



A Bunch Of Thyme Forster and Allen 3
A Pair of Brown Eyes The Pogues 4
Back Home in Derry Christy Moore 5
Black Velvet Band 6
Bright Blue Rose 7
City of Chicago * Christy Moore 8
Dirty Old Town [☘️] Ewan McColl 9
Galway Girl*-Steve Earle 10
Galway Shawl * Artist 11
Sally Gardens in G 12
She Moved Through The Fair Traditional 13
Spancil Hill Misc Traditional 14
Star of the County Down Traditional 15
The Green Fields Of France The Furys 16
The Irish Rover The Pogues with the Dubliners 17
The Leaving Of Liverpool Dubliners 18
The Mountains of Mourne[☘️] 19
The Parting glass Ed Sheeran 20
The Town I Loved So Well Phil Coulter 21
The Voyage Christy Moore 22
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling 23
Whiskey In The Jar Thin Lizzy 24
Wild Mountain Thyme Traditional 25
Wild Rover The Dubliners 26

Spancil Hill - Misc Traditional [Verse 1] Am G Em Am Last night as I lay dreaming, of pleasant days gone by, C G Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly, Am C G I stepped on board a vision, and followed with a will, Am G Am Till the first I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill. [Verse 2] Am G Em Am Deligh--ted by the novelty, Enchanted with the scene, C G Where in my early boyhood, Where often I had been, Am C G I thought I heard a murmur, And I think I hear it still Am G Am It's the little stream of wat--er, That flows down by Spancil Hill. [Verse 3] Am G Em Am To am--use a passin' fan--cy, I lay down on the ground, C G Where all my school companions, they shortly gathered 'round, Am C G When we were home returnin', we danced with right good will, Am G Am To Martin Moylan's mus--ic at, the cross of Spancil Hill. [Verse 4] Am G Em Am T--was on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair, C G When Irelands sons and daugh--ters and friends assembled there, Am C G The young, the old the brave the bold, their duty to ful--fil, Am G Am At the par--ish church near Cloo--ney, a mile from Spancil Hill. [Verse 5] Am G Em Am I went to see me neigh--bours, to see what they might say, C G The old ones were all dead and gone, they young ones turning grey, Am C G I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still, Am G Am Sure he used to make me britch--es, when I lived in Spancil Hill. [Verse 6] Am G Em Am I paid a flying vis--it, to my first and only love, C G She's as fair as any lil--y, and as gentle as a dove, Am C G she through her arms a--round me, saying Johnny I love ye still, Am G Am She was Meg the farmers daugh--ter, and the pride of Spancil Hill. [Verse 7] Am G Em Am I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore, C G She said, "Johnny you're only jok--ing, as many's the time be--fore", Am C G The cock crew in the morn--ing, he crew both loud and shrill, Am G Am And I a--woke in Califor--nia, many miles from Spancil Hill. [OUTRO-SLOWING DOWN] Am G Am And I a--woke in Califor--nia, many miles from Spancil Hill.

The Green Fields Of France - The Furys (D) Well how, do you do, young (G) Willy Mc-(Em)-Bride Do you (A) mind, if I (A7) sit here, down (G) by your grave-(D)-side And (D) rest for a while, in the (G) warm, summer (Em) sun I've been (A7) walking, all day, and (G) I'm nearly (D) done I (D) can see by your gravestone, you were (G) only nine-(Em)-teen When you (A7) joined, the great falling in (G) nineteen six-(A7)-teen Well I (D) hope you died well, and I (G) hope you died (Em) clean Or young (A) Willy Mc-(A7)Bride, was it (G) slow and ob-(D)-scene Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est. Did you (D) leave, a wife, or a (G) sweetheart be-(Em)-hind In some (A) faithful (A7) heart, is your (G) memory en-(D)-shrined Although (D) you died back, in (G) nineteen six-(Em)-teen In some (A) faithful (A7) heart, are you for-(G)-ever nine-(D)-teen Or (D) are you a stranger without, (G) even a (Em) name En-(A)closed and for-(A7)ever, be-(G)hind a glass (A) frame In an (D) old photo-graph, torn (G) battered and (Em) stained And (A) fading to (A7) yellow, in a (G) brown leather (D) frame. Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est. (D) Well the sun it shines down on the (G) green fields of (Em) France There's a (A) warm, summer (A7) breeze, it makes the (G) red poppies (D) dance And (D) look how the sun, shines from (G) under the (Em) clouds There's no (A)gas, no barbed wire, there's no (G) gun firing (D) now. (D) But here in this graveyard it's (G) still no mans (Em) land The (A) countless white (A7) crosses, stand (G) mute in the (A7) sand To (D) man's blind in-difference, to (G) his fellow (Em) man To a (A) whole gene-(A7)ration, that was (G) butchered and (D) dammed Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est. Ah, young (D) Willie Mc- Bride, I can't (G) help wonder (Em) why? Do (A) those that lie (A7) here, know (G) why did they (D) die And (D) did they be-lieve when they (G) answered the (Em) call Did they (A) really be-(A7)-lieve, that this (G) war would end (D) wars Ah well the (D) sorrow the suffering, the (G) glory the (Em) pain And the (A) killing and dying, was (G) all done in (A7) vain For young (D) Willy, Mc-Bride it all (G) happened a-(Em)-gain. And a-(A)-gain, and a-(A7)-gain, and a-(G)-gain, and a-(D)-gain. Outro – Repeat the Chorus Did they (A)beat the drum slowly, did they (G) play the fifes (D) lowly Did they (A) sound, the death march, as they (G) lowered you (A) down Did the (G) band play the last post and (D) chorus And did the (G) pipes, play the (Em) flowers, of the (A7) for-(D)-est.

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

The Mountains of Mourne[☘️] Verse 1: Oh, [C] Mary, this [C7] London's a [F]wonderful [Dm] sight With the [G7] people here working by [F] day and by [C] night They [C] don't sow pot[C7]atoes, nor [F] barley nor [Dm] wheat But there's[G7] gangs of them digging for [F] gold in the [C] street At [G7] least when I asked them that's [C] what I was told So I [C] just took a [Am] hand at this [Dm] diggin' for [G7] gold But for [C] all that I [C7] found there I [F] might as well [Dm] be Where the [G7]Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C]sea. Verse 2: I be[C]lieve that when [C7]writin' a [F]wish you ex [Dm]pressed As to [G7] how the fine ladies in [F] London were [C] dressed Well, [C] if you be [C7]lieve me, when [F]asked to a [Dm] ball Faith, they [G7] don't wear no top to their [C] dresses at all. Oh, I've [G7] seen them myself and you [C] could not in trath Say [C] if they were [Am] bound for a [Dm] ball or a [G7] bath Don't be [C] startin' them [C7] fashions now, [F] Mary Ma [Dm]cree, Where the [G7] mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C]sea. Verse 3: You rem[C]ember young [C7]Peter O'[F]Loughlin, of [Dm]course Well, he's [G7] over here now at the [F] head of the [C] force I [C] met him to[C7]day, I was [F] crossing the [Dm] Strand And he [G7] stopped the whole street with a [C] wave of his hand And [G7] as we were talkin' of [C] days that are gone The [C] whole popu[Am] lation of [Dm] London looked [G7] on But for [C] all these [C7] great powers he's [F] wishful like [Dm] me To be [G7] back where the dark Mourne sweeps [F] down to the [C] sea. Verse 4: There's [C] beautiful [C7] girls here, oh, [F]never you [Dm]mind With [G7]beautiful shapes nature [F] never de[C]signed And [C] lovely comp[C7]lexions all [F]roses and [Dm] cream But O'[G7]Loughlin remarked with re[C]gard to the same That [G7] if at those roses you [C] venture to sip The [C] colours might [Am] all come a- [Dm] way on your [G7] lip So I'll [C] wait for the [C7] wild rose that's [F] waitin' for [Dm]me Where the [G7] Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C]sea. Slowing Up: Where the [G7] Mountains of Mourne sweep [F] down to the [C] sea.

The Town I Loved So Well - Phil Coulter [G] In my memo-[D]-ry I will [C] always [G] see. The [C] town that [G] I have loved so [D] well Where our [G] school played [D] ball by the [C]gas-yard [G] wall And we [C] laughed through the [G] smoke [D] and the [G] smell. Going [Em] home in the [D] rain running [G] up the dark [C]lane, Past the jail and [A7] down beside the [D] fountain Those were [G] happy [D] days in so [C] many many [G] ways, In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well. In the [G] early [D] morning the [C] shirt factory [G] horn Called [C] women from [G] Creggan, the Moor and the [D] Bog While the [G] men on the [D] dole played a [C] mother’s [G] role Fed the [C] children and [G] then [D] walked the [G] dog And when [Em] times got [D] rough, there was [G] just about e-[C]-nough But they saw it through [A7] without com-[D]-plaining For [G] deep in[D]side was a [C]burning [G] pride, In the [C] town I [G] loved [D]so [G] well. There was [G] music [D] there in the [C] Derry [G] air, Like a [C]language that [G] we could all under-[D]-stand I [G] remember the [D] day when I [C] earned my first [G] pay, as I [C] played in a [G] small [D] pickup [G] band There I [Em] spent my [D] youth and to [G] tell you the [C] truth, I was sad to leave it [A7] all be [D]-hind me For I'd [G] learned about [D] life and I'd [C]found a [G] wife, In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well. But when [G] I re-[D]-turned how my [C] eyes were [G] burned To [C] see how a [G] town could be brought to it's[D] knees By the [G] armoured [D] cars and the [C] bombed out [G] bars And the [C] gas that hangs [G] on to ev-[D]-ery [G] breeze Now the [Em] army's in-[D]-stalled by that [G] old gas-yard [C]wall And the damned barbed wire gets [A7] higher [D] and higher With their [G] tanks and [D] guns, Oh my [C] God, what have they [G] done To the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well. Now the [G] music's [D] gone but they [C]carry [G] on For their [C] spirit's been [G] bruised, never bro-[D]-ken Oh, they'll [G] not for-[D]-get still their [C]hearts are [G] set On to-[C]-morrow and [G] peace [D] once [G] again Now what's [Em] done is [D] done and what's [G] won is [C]won And what's lost is lost and [A7] gone for-[D]-ever I can [G] only [D] pray for a [C] bright brand new [G] day In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well. (Slowly) In the [C] town I [G] loved [D] so [G] well.

Whiskey In The Jar - Thin Lizzy Intro: C C C C Verse 1: As [C] I was a goin' over the [Am] far famed Kerry mountains I [F] met with Captain Farrell and his [C] money he was counting I [C] first produced my pistol and I [Am] then produced my rapier Said [F] "Stand and deliver" for you [C] are my bold deceiver |Chorus: |With me [G] ring dum-a doo dum-a da |[C] Whack for the daddy-o [F] whack for the daddy-o |There's [C] whiskey [G7] in the [C] jar. Verse 2: I [C] counted out his money and it [Am] made a pretty penny I [F] put it in me pocket and I [C] brought it home to Jenny She [C] said and she swore that she [Am] never would deceive me But the [F] devil take the women for they [C] never can be easy Chorus: Verse 3: I [C] went into my chamber, all [Am] for to take a slumber I [F] dreamt of gold and jewels and for [C] sure it was no wonder But [C] Jenny drew me charges and she [Am] filled them up with water Then [F] sent for captain Farrell to be [C] ready for the slaughter. Chorus: Verse 4: It was [C] early in the morning, just be[Am]fore I rose to travel The [F] guards were all around me and [C] likewise Captain Farrell I [C] first produced me pistol for she [Am] stole away me rapier But I [F] couldn't shoot the water, so a [C] prisoner I was taken. Chorus: Verse 5: If [C] anyone can aid me, it's my [Am] brother in the army, If [F] I can find his station in [C] Cork or in Killarney. And [C] if he'll come and save me, we'll go [Am] roving near Kilkenny, and I [F] swear he'll treat me better than me [C] darling sportling Jenny. Chorus: Verse 6: Now [C] some men take delight in the [Am] drinking and the roving, But [F] others take delight in the [C] gambling and the smoking. But [C] I take delight in the [Am] juice of the barley, and [F] courting pretty Jenny in the [C] morning bright and early. |Chorus: |With me [G] ring dum-a doo dum-a da |[C] Whack for the daddy-o [F] whack for the daddy-o |There's [C] whiskey [G7] in the [C] jar. [REPEAT CHORUS] (Slow up On The Last Line)

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