Chords for Daoiri Farrell Plays "Clasped to the Pig" at Folk Alliance International

sing along [Gm] with this one.
The chorus is very easy it's,
[Db] Lay me to sleep Biddy, lay me to [N] sleep.
Okay? _
[Ab] Do you want to repeat it back to me?
[N] Lay me to sleep Biddy, lay me to sleep.
And I want to dedicate this to anybody who
might have been in our company last night at three o'clock in the morning drinking beer because you
probably had a hangover this morning and this song was about a poor individual who had a hangover
in the morning and thought that he got into bed beside his wife but he actually
got into the _ pigsty arse of his face with the pig so _ _ _ it's called Clast to the Pig and it goes like [Eb] this. _ _ _
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_ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ On backwards and forwards I've been reeling in [Ab] tight,
oh to us some spree that [Bb] I'd [Eb] bitten at last night.
I'd been to McCarty's with Patsy O'Mara
and they drank the black bottle [Bb] from [Eb] under the bar.
Oh we drank and we drank boys we vanished all care.
[Ab] We gave not a [Eb] thought to [Bb] foul weather nor [Eb] fair.
And on the floor I'm curled up in a heap,
[Ab] Biddy lay me to sleep, [Bb] Biddy lay [Eb] me to sleep.
I'm Clast to the Pig in a loving embrace
[Ab] and the hairs of his curly tail are tickling my face.
[Eb] There's no use in telling me sober to [Ab] keep,
Biddy lay me to [Eb] sleep, Biddy lay me to sleep. _
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[Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _ A long time ago in the days that are gone,
[Ab] old Gailey I [Eb] flurried [Bb] my [Eb] naughty black thorn and if I but only had it tonight [Ab] then maybe [Eb] I
[Bb] wouldn't be a-heard [Eb] of fight.
And if Pat Murphy I'd chances to meet, [Ab] it's a terrible [Eb] ruck sheen
we would have in the street and he'll soon be glad it isn't the whole creep.
[Ab] Biddy lay me to sleep,
[Bb] Biddy [Eb] lay me to sleep.
I'm Clast to the Pig in a loving embrace [Ab] and the hairs of his curly
[Bb] tail are [Eb] tickling my face.
There's no use in telling me sober to keep, [Ab] Biddy lay me [Eb] to sleep,
Biddy lay me to sleep.
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_ _ _ _ Drop down by the pig here and share his embrace [Ab] and let my [Eb] red whiskers
lie close to your face.
This crater of heart you know you'll do you no harm.
[Abm] Drop down by [Eb] me Biddy
and keep me back warm [Cm] and squeeze up beside me as you have done before.
[Ab] I'll sing you to sleep
with the sounds of [Bb] me [Cm] snoring.
The rats and the mice all around us [Eb] will creep.
[Ab] Biddy lay me [Eb] to sleep,
Biddy lay me to sleep.
I'm Clast to the Pig in a loving embrace, [Ab] the hairs of his curly [Bb] tail are
[Eb] tickling my face.
There's no use in telling me sober to keep, [Ab] Biddy lay me [Cm] to sleep, [Bb] Biddy lay me
[Eb] to sleep.
I'm Clast to the Pig in a loving embrace, [Ab] the hairs of [Bb] his curly tail are tickling [Eb] my face.
There's no use in telling me sober to [Bb] keep, [Ab] Biddy lay me to sleep, [Bb] Biddy lay [Eb] me to sleep.
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