Chords for Four Winds "The Rollicking Boys Around Tandragee Set" on FleadhTV

[C] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [D] _ Oh, here's to the boys who are happy and gay
Singing and dancing and tearing away
Rollickin', frolickin', frisky and free
We're the rollicking boys around Thunder _ [Dm] Ghee _ _ _ _ _ _
Bad luck to ye all, boys barring the can't dance
It's in the corner, smelling the rats
And [D] we're chief of laundering girls and behave
And sparing a moment while chanchy you stay
I come from the land where [Dm] the parades grow big
And the girls neat and handy can dance a fine jig
The boys, [D] they will charm your poor hearts for to see
For they're rare and fine fellas in Thunder Ghee
Here's to the boys who are happy and gay
Singing and dancing and tearing away
Rollickin', frolickin', frisky and free
We're the rollicking boys around Thunder Ghee
No doubt you have heard of Killarney, I'm sure
Or Sweet Inishown for a drop of the pure
And Dublin's the place where the strawberry bends
Or Donnybrook Fair for the cracking of heads
Have you ever seen an Irishman dancing pole-tog
As he faces his partner and corns up his brogues
He shakes and then buckle, he bends at the knee
For they're rare and fine dancers in Thunder Ghee
Here's to them boys who are happy and gay
Singing and dancing and tearing away
Rollickin', frolickin', frisky and free
[Dm] We're the rollicking boys [D] around Thunder _ [Am] Ghee _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [Am] _ [D] _ _ _ Well, the old jaunting carlton's an elegant geolt
And there is a place that is famed for the hounds
All around the green bushes that grow in Tyrone
And counted for manna for mussel and lawn
But for feasting and dancing and fun at the fair
Oh, there's none can be matched with the rakes of Killarney
Green Ireland's the country, the GM of the sea
But the GM of old Ireland is Thunder Ghee
Here's to them boys who are happy and gay
Singing and dancing and tearing away
Rollickin', frolickin', frisky and free
We're the rollicking boys around Thunder Ghee
_ _ Tell me, where is the man neither Christian or Tork
Can beat the bull, Robert, Demmids or Bork?
And where is the lawyer, can speak up like Dan?
Oh, dear fellow, another, but look to the one
And where is the singer, can sing like Tom Boar
Whose melodies will charm all the thoughts from your door?
We'll beat them all yet, boys, of that you will see
For we're rare and fine dancers in Thunder Ghee
Here's to them boys who are happy and gay
Singing and dancing and tearing away
Rollickin', frolickin', frisky and free
We're the rollicking boys around Thunder Ghee _ _ _ _ _
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