Chords for Drumshanbo Exile
Tempo:
92.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
E
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
[G] [C] [G]
In 1952, [C] begins a [B] tale I'll tell [Am] to you, From [D] Drumshamble up to London I [G] was bound.
[D]
[G] Said goodbye to Leitrim's planes, [C] Joined on [B] board an [Am] Eastbound train,
Saw [D] no use to stay in [G] poverty's [C] domain.
[G]
Mother [Am] [D] cried a hundred [Em] tears, For [C] her let [D] off nineteen [G] years,
And [C] my [Am] father, [D] sisters, brothers, Bade [G] me well.
[D]
[G] As I left Dunblare repair, I [C] was [B] filled with [Am] lonesome fear.
[D] What awaits this poor young paddy o [G]'er the waves?
[D]
[G] With a sum of seven pounds, [C] I arrived in [Am] Poundham town,
Found [D] some digs and joined with Murphy's [G] volunteers.
[C] [G]
[Am] But it [D] didn't seem so [Em] bad, Sent [C] some [D] shillings to [G] me dad,
[C] And at [Am] first it [D] seemed to be a home [G] from home.
[D]
[G] When on Friday's wages came, [C] Camden [B] town had hell [Am] to pay,
[D] As the lads and me, we'd drink ourselves [G] insane.
[D]
[G] I took to drinking hard, [C] Played the bookies and [Am] the cards,
[D] And the money, oh, it soon was [G] hard to [C] find.
[G]
[Am] For the [D] years passed swiftly [Em] by, [C] And between [D] yourself [G] and I,
[C] I grew [Am] lonesome, For [D] Drumshamble's planes [G] and glens.
[D]
[G] Had to pander and gout to more, [C] Lovely women by [Am] the score.
[Em] But [D] somehow I never found myself [G] a wife.
[D]
[G] The crack was pretty good, In [C] Camden town and [Am] Colwood,
And [D] old Kilburn's smoky bars, I knew [G] them [C] well.
[G]
[Am] In the [D] Memphis bells and [Em] nights, Our [C] petty [D] Mulligans by [G] the lights,
[C] Are a revel [Am] song [D] or two in the [G] old bell.
[E]
In [A] my lodgings now I rest, And [D] on [C#] days gone by [Bm] reflect,
On [E] my wasted years and where do I [A] belong.
[E]
Mother, [A] father passed away, [D] Sisters, [C#] brothers in [Bm] their graves,
Oh, [E] Drumshamble seems a million [A] miles [D] away.
[A]
Now [Bm] I'm [E] half a century [F#m] old, This [D] old [E] paddy's on [A] the dole,
[D] I've no [Bm] wife nor [E] family to share [A] my pain.
[E]
[A] So tonight, for old times' sake, [D] Under [C#] razzle [Bm] I'll engage.
[F#m] [E] Till the winter and the Edinburgh [A] I'll roam.
[E]
[A] And tonight in Camden town, [D] Many sorrows I [Bm] will drown.
Love [E] may me trim, all digit forms I [A] will [D] play.
[A]
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and tears.
[E]
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and [D] tears.
[Bm] [A] [D]
[N]
[G] [C] [G]
In 1952, [C] begins a [B] tale I'll tell [Am] to you, From [D] Drumshamble up to London I [G] was bound.
[D]
[G] Said goodbye to Leitrim's planes, [C] Joined on [B] board an [Am] Eastbound train,
Saw [D] no use to stay in [G] poverty's [C] domain.
[G]
Mother [Am] [D] cried a hundred [Em] tears, For [C] her let [D] off nineteen [G] years,
And [C] my [Am] father, [D] sisters, brothers, Bade [G] me well.
[D]
[G] As I left Dunblare repair, I [C] was [B] filled with [Am] lonesome fear.
[D] What awaits this poor young paddy o [G]'er the waves?
[D]
[G] With a sum of seven pounds, [C] I arrived in [Am] Poundham town,
Found [D] some digs and joined with Murphy's [G] volunteers.
[C] [G]
[Am] But it [D] didn't seem so [Em] bad, Sent [C] some [D] shillings to [G] me dad,
[C] And at [Am] first it [D] seemed to be a home [G] from home.
[D]
[G] When on Friday's wages came, [C] Camden [B] town had hell [Am] to pay,
[D] As the lads and me, we'd drink ourselves [G] insane.
[D]
[G] I took to drinking hard, [C] Played the bookies and [Am] the cards,
[D] And the money, oh, it soon was [G] hard to [C] find.
[G]
[Am] For the [D] years passed swiftly [Em] by, [C] And between [D] yourself [G] and I,
[C] I grew [Am] lonesome, For [D] Drumshamble's planes [G] and glens.
[D]
[G] Had to pander and gout to more, [C] Lovely women by [Am] the score.
[Em] But [D] somehow I never found myself [G] a wife.
[D]
[G] The crack was pretty good, In [C] Camden town and [Am] Colwood,
And [D] old Kilburn's smoky bars, I knew [G] them [C] well.
[G]
[Am] In the [D] Memphis bells and [Em] nights, Our [C] petty [D] Mulligans by [G] the lights,
[C] Are a revel [Am] song [D] or two in the [G] old bell.
[E]
In [A] my lodgings now I rest, And [D] on [C#] days gone by [Bm] reflect,
On [E] my wasted years and where do I [A] belong.
[E]
Mother, [A] father passed away, [D] Sisters, [C#] brothers in [Bm] their graves,
Oh, [E] Drumshamble seems a million [A] miles [D] away.
[A]
Now [Bm] I'm [E] half a century [F#m] old, This [D] old [E] paddy's on [A] the dole,
[D] I've no [Bm] wife nor [E] family to share [A] my pain.
[E]
[A] So tonight, for old times' sake, [D] Under [C#] razzle [Bm] I'll engage.
[F#m] [E] Till the winter and the Edinburgh [A] I'll roam.
[E]
[A] And tonight in Camden town, [D] Many sorrows I [Bm] will drown.
Love [E] may me trim, all digit forms I [A] will [D] play.
[A]
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and tears.
[E]
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and [D] tears.
[Bm] [A] [D]
[N]
Key:
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C
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
In _ _ 1952, [C] begins a [B] tale I'll tell [Am] to you, From [D] Drumshamble up to London I [G] was bound.
_ [D] _ _
[G] Said goodbye to Leitrim's planes, [C] Joined on [B] board an [Am] Eastbound train,
Saw [D] no use to stay in _ [G] poverty's [C] domain.
_ [G] _
Mother [Am] [D] cried a hundred [Em] tears, For [C] her let [D] off nineteen [G] years,
And [C] my [Am] father, [D] sisters, brothers, Bade [G] me well.
_ [D] _ _
[G] As I left Dunblare repair, I [C] was [B] filled with [Am] lonesome fear.
[D] What awaits this poor young paddy o [G]'er the waves?
_ [D] _ _
[G] With a sum of seven pounds, [C] I arrived in [Am] Poundham town,
Found [D] some digs and joined with Murphy's [G] volunteers.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] But it [D] didn't seem so [Em] bad, Sent [C] some [D] shillings to [G] me dad,
[C] And at [Am] first it [D] seemed to be a home [G] from home.
_ [D] _ _
[G] When on Friday's wages came, [C] Camden [B] town had hell [Am] to pay, _
[D] As the lads and me, we'd drink ourselves [G] insane.
_ [D] _ _
[G] I took to drinking hard, [C] Played the bookies and [Am] the cards,
[D] And the money, oh, it soon was [G] hard to [C] find.
_ [G] _ _
[Am] For the [D] years passed swiftly [Em] by, [C] And between [D] yourself [G] and I,
[C] I grew [Am] lonesome, For [D] Drumshamble's planes [G] and glens.
_ [D] _ _
[G] Had to pander and gout to more, [C] Lovely women by [Am] the score.
[Em] But [D] somehow I never found myself [G] a wife.
_ _ [D] _ _
[G] The crack was pretty good, In [C] Camden town and [Am] Colwood,
And [D] old Kilburn's smoky bars, I knew [G] them [C] well.
_ [G] _ _
[Am] In the [D] Memphis bells and [Em] nights, Our [C] petty [D] Mulligans by [G] the lights, _
[C] Are a revel [Am] song [D] or two in the [G] old bell.
_ [E] _
In [A] my lodgings now I rest, And [D] on [C#] days gone by [Bm] reflect,
On [E] my wasted years and where do I [A] belong.
_ _ [E] _
Mother, [A] father passed away, [D] Sisters, [C#] brothers in [Bm] their graves,
Oh, [E] Drumshamble seems a million [A] miles [D] away.
_ [A] _
Now [Bm] I'm [E] half a century [F#m] old, This [D] old [E] paddy's on [A] the dole,
[D] I've no [Bm] wife nor [E] family to share [A] my pain.
_ [E] _ _
[A] So tonight, for old times' sake, [D] Under [C#] razzle [Bm] I'll engage.
[F#m] [E] Till the winter and the Edinburgh [A] I'll roam.
_ [E] _ _
[A] And tonight in Camden town, [D] Many sorrows I [Bm] will drown.
Love [E] may me trim, all digit forms I [A] will [D] play.
_ [A] _ _
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and tears.
_ [E] _ _
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and [D] tears.
_ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
In _ _ 1952, [C] begins a [B] tale I'll tell [Am] to you, From [D] Drumshamble up to London I [G] was bound.
_ [D] _ _
[G] Said goodbye to Leitrim's planes, [C] Joined on [B] board an [Am] Eastbound train,
Saw [D] no use to stay in _ [G] poverty's [C] domain.
_ [G] _
Mother [Am] [D] cried a hundred [Em] tears, For [C] her let [D] off nineteen [G] years,
And [C] my [Am] father, [D] sisters, brothers, Bade [G] me well.
_ [D] _ _
[G] As I left Dunblare repair, I [C] was [B] filled with [Am] lonesome fear.
[D] What awaits this poor young paddy o [G]'er the waves?
_ [D] _ _
[G] With a sum of seven pounds, [C] I arrived in [Am] Poundham town,
Found [D] some digs and joined with Murphy's [G] volunteers.
[C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] But it [D] didn't seem so [Em] bad, Sent [C] some [D] shillings to [G] me dad,
[C] And at [Am] first it [D] seemed to be a home [G] from home.
_ [D] _ _
[G] When on Friday's wages came, [C] Camden [B] town had hell [Am] to pay, _
[D] As the lads and me, we'd drink ourselves [G] insane.
_ [D] _ _
[G] I took to drinking hard, [C] Played the bookies and [Am] the cards,
[D] And the money, oh, it soon was [G] hard to [C] find.
_ [G] _ _
[Am] For the [D] years passed swiftly [Em] by, [C] And between [D] yourself [G] and I,
[C] I grew [Am] lonesome, For [D] Drumshamble's planes [G] and glens.
_ [D] _ _
[G] Had to pander and gout to more, [C] Lovely women by [Am] the score.
[Em] But [D] somehow I never found myself [G] a wife.
_ _ [D] _ _
[G] The crack was pretty good, In [C] Camden town and [Am] Colwood,
And [D] old Kilburn's smoky bars, I knew [G] them [C] well.
_ [G] _ _
[Am] In the [D] Memphis bells and [Em] nights, Our [C] petty [D] Mulligans by [G] the lights, _
[C] Are a revel [Am] song [D] or two in the [G] old bell.
_ [E] _
In [A] my lodgings now I rest, And [D] on [C#] days gone by [Bm] reflect,
On [E] my wasted years and where do I [A] belong.
_ _ [E] _
Mother, [A] father passed away, [D] Sisters, [C#] brothers in [Bm] their graves,
Oh, [E] Drumshamble seems a million [A] miles [D] away.
_ [A] _
Now [Bm] I'm [E] half a century [F#m] old, This [D] old [E] paddy's on [A] the dole,
[D] I've no [Bm] wife nor [E] family to share [A] my pain.
_ [E] _ _
[A] So tonight, for old times' sake, [D] Under [C#] razzle [Bm] I'll engage.
[F#m] [E] Till the winter and the Edinburgh [A] I'll roam.
_ [E] _ _
[A] And tonight in Camden town, [D] Many sorrows I [Bm] will drown.
Love [E] may me trim, all digit forms I [A] will [D] play.
_ [A] _ _
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and tears.
_ [E] _ _
[Bm] So to [E] all of Ireland's [F#m] youth, [D] Spare a [E] while for [A] God's own truth,
[D] There is [Bm] nothing here [E] but loneliness [A] and [D] tears.
_ [Bm] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _