A Bush Christening Chords by Wallis And Matilda

[Abm] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
[G] _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ [G] _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [G] _ [D] _
_ [Em] _ [D] _ _ [Em] _ [D] _
_ [Em] _ On the out to Baku where [G] the [A] churches are few [E] and men [D] of religion [Em] are scanty,
on a road never crossed set by [Am] folk that are lost, [G] one Michael [D] McGee had [Em] a shanty.
[G] Now this Mike was the dad [D] of a ten year old lad, [Em] plump, healthy [D] and [Em] stealthily conditioned.
He was strong as the best [G] but poor [D] Mike had no rest [G] for the youngster [D] had never [Em] been christened.
And his wife used to cry,
[G] Mrs.
Arnold, [D] she's always [G] been pretty [D] good.
_ [Em] _ But by luck he survived [G] till his reverence [D] arrived [Em] who agreed [D] straight away [Em] to baptise him.
[G] Now the opera young role [D] while they held their pillow [Em] with his ear [D] to the [Em] keyhole was a listening.
And he muttered in fright [G] while his features [D] turned white,
[Em] What the devil and [D] all [Em] is this christening?
He was a nunnery of dogs [G] he had seen, the [D] brown cogs [Em] and it seemed to his [D] small [Em] understanding,
If a man in the frock [G] made him one of [D] the flock [Em] it must mean something very like branding.
So away with the rush [D] he set off for the bull, while the [Em] tears [D] in his [Em] eyelids they glistened.
It is outrageous, is he, [G] that brandy youngsters [D] like me,
[Em] Won't be dashed if [D] oil's stopped [Em] to be christened.
Like a native dog [G] he ran [D] into a lark [Em] and his father [D] with a language [Em] uncivil.
Never heeding the price cried aloud [D] in his haste,
[G] Come out and be [D] [Em] christened, you devil.
But [G] he lay there as snug [D] as a bug in a rug [G] and his parents [D] in vain [Em] might reprove him.
Till his reverence spoke [G] he was [D] fond of a joke,
[Em] Of a notion, [Dm] says he, [Em] that'll move him.
Poke a stick up the log, [G] give the spully in a [D] prog,
[G] Poke him easy, [D] don't hurt him [Em] or maim him.
Tis not long that he'll [A] stand, [G] I've the [D] water at hand,
[G] As he rushes out [A] this end [Em] I'll name him.
Here [G] he comes and for shame, [D] you've forgotten the name?
[Em] Is it [D] Hattie or Michael [Em] or Dickens?
Here the youngster ran out and [G] the priest [D] gave a shout,
[Em] Take your [D] chance, anyhow, [Em] with McGuinness.
As the howling young cub ran [G] away to the square,
Where he knew [D] that pursuit would [Em] be risky,
The priest as he bled flung a [G] flask at his head,
That [D] was labelled McGuinness' [Em] whisky.
Now [G] McGuinness McGee has been made a JP,
And the one thing [Em] he hates [D] more than sin is,
To be [Em] asked by the folk [G] who have heard of [D] the joke.
How [E] he came to be christened McGuinness. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _