Chords for Dick Gaughan - Erin Go Bragh - WDR Folkfestival - Dom Cologne - Very Long Time Ago !

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_ _ [G] My name's Duncan [C] Campbell from the [G] Shire
_ _ _ _ I've travelled this country for monies a mile
I've travelled through [Gm] Ireland, Scotland [C] and on
And [Gm] the name I go under's [G] Gold [C] Herring Cobra _
[G] One night an old drinky is a-walkin' down the street
A saucy big [C] pole is the chance for [Gm] to meet
He glared in my [F] face and he [Eb] gave [C] me his jaw
_ [Gm] Sayin' when come ye over [G] Gold [C] Herring Cobra
Well [G] I am not [C] a Pat, though in Ireland [G] I've been
Nor am I a Paddy, [C] though Ireland [Gm] I've seen
But I'm not a Paddy, that's nothin' [C] at all _
For there's [G] many's a bold hero for Merrill Cobra _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] I know you're a [C] Pat by the [G] cut of your hair
But you're a tonne to _ [C] Scotsman as soon [G] as you're here
You're left your own country for breakin' [C] the _ law
[G] And we're seasonal _ [C] stragglers for Merrill Cobra
Oh, [Gm] and were I a Pat, and in you is what you knew
Or were I the devil, [C] then what's [Gm] that to you?
Were it not for the stick that you hold in [C] your claw
Then [Gm] I'd show you a [Dm] game played [C] in Merrill Cobra
[G] And a lump of black [C] thorn that I [G] held in my breast
Or an aspect body [C] I made it [Gm] to twist
And a blot [Bb] from his napper [F] I quickly [C] did _ draw
[Eb] Made him [Gm] stockin' and [C] trust for Merrill Cobra
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] the people came [C] around like a [G] flog of one piece
Saying, catch that daft [C] rascal, he's killed [Gm] the police
And for every friend I [Cm] had, I'll swear he gets war
It [G] was terrible hard times [C] for _ _ Merrill _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] But I can't say we [C] both did sail the [G] season the fourth
And I packed up my gear [C] and I steered [G] for the north
Then we'll say, [Gm] old Ricky, you're full [C] of snow
And [G] the devil gangway, it says, [C] Merrill Cobra
[G] So come on, you [C] young people, wherever [G] you're from
I don't give a damn [C] to what place [G] you belong
I come from a guile and a [C] healing subraw
[Gm] When the nerves of [Dm] goodwill been called [G] [C] Merrill Cobra
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