Chords for 08/09/11 Daoiri Farrell at Steeple Sessions 2011 (Part 2)

So there's a chorus in this one and the chorus goes like, you know_ _ _ _
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Okay, have you got it?
If you do, sing along.
If you don't, don't worry about it.
You can buy the CD and listen to it all day.
Can you get it off with her?
So it's called Maxine, here we go. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I took an ocean of hire, from Oisín went over to England to harvest a share.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, a run to a lamb, a run to a laddie.
_ Well I parted with Molly, so proud and so jolly.
I picked up the stick for her [A] stock and the hand,
and to [E] keep meself cheery, for fear I'd be weary.
I sang Paddywhack as I [E] went on the way.
A run to a law, oh a run to [A] a laddie, a run to a [E] lamb, a run to a laddie. _
Well I landed in Dunbarton on a fine summer morning.
With one little step I had a net in me hand.
There were some of the laughing and more of the boot-shopping, [A] and more of them trying to pull [E] Paddy away.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, [A] a run to a lamb, a run [E] to a laddie.
_ I went up to this woman and I asked her for lodgings, and she says to me,
young man, don't look so dull, for I will tell [B] you where you will get lodgings, if you [A] go to the woman who [E] owns the black bull.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, a run to a lamb, a run to a laddie.
_ I went up to this woman and I asked her for lodgings.
She instantly showed me [B] to a bed in the room,
[E] and me being so tired and worn out from walking, I threw myself down on the bed in the [B] room.
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_ _ _ A lump of a tinker lay up in the corner, swore I'd install it surely till I was there.
Says I'm evil, think I've been gone for a yodder-lagging, [A] I'm bald, my shame, [E] from the planes up till there.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, [A] a run to a lamb, a run [E] to a laddie.
Well, each rifle to hit me, I punched in their stomach, I instantly begged him out in their throat.
His humble fields over his head in the corner, [A] and put up his head on [E] an old whisky pot.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, [A] a run to a lamb, a run to a laddie.
_ Well, he lay on the floor like a sheep, he was [E] bleeding, I swore and saw that I'd stopped his life.
For I lifted him up, he slant down for two, nagging [A] told me, and the tinker there ended [E] our strife.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, [A] a run to a lamb, a run to [E] a laddie. _
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For me name is Mark Shane, from the planes that killed their own farmer.
I was a bunt in the last year, till I took an ocean of hire.
Promotion [A] went over to me to harvest [E] the shear.
A run to a law, oh a run to [A] a laddie, a run to a lamb, a run [E] to a laddie.
A run to a law, oh a run to a laddie, [A] a run to a lamb, a run to a [E]