Follow Me Up To Carlow Chords by Jim Mccann

_ _ I tell you, all this, _ this whole week, _ this, which is I suppose now our premier place, has been filled by Irish artists.
And that hasn't happened for a good while.
I'm delighted about it.
I tell you.
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _
[Em] Do you see that?
[N] Or will I take the pledge? _
_ _ _ _ _ A strangely coloured [E] insect.
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Anybody here from the [Bm] county carnal?
[Em] _ _ [D] _
Well, it's a small county.
[F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ For the purposes of this song, _ _ _ _ _ any honorary county carnal members? _ _
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I'll give any man [Em] a bite.
_ [F#m] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ Here's a song about a fierce hardshaw.
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For those of you who are not indigent to this city, _
[Em] _ _ a [D] hardshaw [F#] is a fellow you'd apologise to rather than argue in the tosser.
[Em] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ Well, this [Bm] hardshaw's name [Em] was Fíoch Mac Eogh Bhuirn.
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [Em] _ Fíoch Mac Eogh Bhuirn.
_ [Bm] _ Don't [Em] try saying that if you've got false teeth.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ [Em] Now Fíoch Mac Eogh Bhuirn used to [Bm] knock around about 200 years ago.
[Em] _
He's dead [Bm] now.
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Only just [F#m] a picture.
[F#] _ _ _
_ [G] Look, Macallo, your face you're brooding.
Or the eldest [C#] face that befits me in stranger places.
And since you're to the fiern, [D] grace and [C] victory we assure.
That soon the [C#] fire of mead's secure.
Until he mats at Fann Muller [F#] with Fíoch Mac Eogh Bhuirn.
[F#m] Curse and stride and heart will [D] dare.
Faith will do what it will [Bm] dare.
Filthy sin and harrowing [D] care.
[Em] Engage your [Bm] style, oh.
Up with houndreds with [D] swords.
And we go for fatal [Bm] art.
Fíoch Mac Eogh has given [D] the war.
Follow [Em] me to Carlow.
[Bm] _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ See the [Bm] swords that cut my [E] ma.
I got thoughts in [D] all of the [F#] English.
Can't you see how the children might be gay?
Fíoch Mac Eogh Bhuirn's fire.
[Bm] Rooster of the fighting [Em] stock.
Would you [Bm] lads and ladies come.
I'm an Irish rock boy.
Up [Em] and teach you matters.
[Bm]
Curse and stride and heart will [D] dare.
Faith will do what it will [Bm] dare.
Filthy sin and [D] harrowing care.
_ [Em] Engage your style, [Bm] oh.
Up with houndreds with [D] swords.
And we go for fatal [Bm] art.
Fíoch Mac Eogh has given [D] the war.
Follow me [Em] up to Carlow.
_ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ Long [Bm] to separate to Clonmore.
The closest [D] in was Saxon Cor.
O [B]'Gate is Rory O'Gamore.
It's him and the lose to Hades.
He's weak to [Bm] sick and blind.
His [E] blood denies my [F#m] black bits.
[Em] Him's head is [Bm] handed over.
Dermot ran to Queen Louise.
[F#] And we're ladies.
[F#m] Curse and stride and heart will [D] dare.
Faith will do what it will [Bm] dare.
Filthy sin and harrowing [D] care.
[Em] Engage your [Bm] style, _ oh.
Up with hundred [D] with swords.
And we go for fatal [Bm] art.
Fíoch Mac Eogh has given [D] the war.
Follow [B] me up to Carlow.
[F#m]
Curse and stride and heart [D] will dare.
Faith will do what it will dare.
[Bm] Filthy sin and harrowing [D] care.
[Em] Engage your style, [Bm] oh.
Up with hundred [D] with swords.
And we go for fatal [Bm] art.
Fíoch Mac Eogh has given the [D] war.
Follow [Em] me up to Carlow.
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