Chords for John O'Reilly
Tempo:
118.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
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Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Well, my name is John O'Reilly and my father worked [G] the fields in the hills of old [D] Killarney
where I helped [G] him turn [A] the wheels.
[D] My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of [G] seventeen and I used my fists [D] for gambling in [A] those
wet [Em] Killarney [D] streets.
Well, the ship left for America and I took my pack [G] aboard and said goodbye to my [D] dear
Ireland and said a prayer to my [A] dear Lord.
Well, [D] I fought those sorry guineas in Kitchener [G] called Hill.
Well, I fought them for [D] their dollar and [A] those [D] guineas paid me well, fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will [D] be jingling on the day of my [Bm] return, [A] the day of my [D] return.
[G]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D] Well, I fought in New York City and I fought the [G] Jersey Shore.
Well, my gut stayed full [D] of whiskey and my bed stayed full [A] of whore.
[D] Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they [G] called the same.
And I left them [D] all to lie in [A] half in blood and [D] half in shame.
Well, I met a man on 30 June, he snuck out [G] his hand and he offered [D] me a thousand if I'd
fall before [A] his man.
[D] Well, I said it could be done but only for [G] another two.
And he smiled at [D] me and nodded as [A] I stuck it in [D] my shoe.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Oh!
[G]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D] Well, I rang the bell two times before I let him have [G] my nose and I let him work [D] my left
until my eye was [A] swollen closed.
[D] Then I let loose right the beast that was out [G] today.
Oh, that guinea [D] didn't know that [A] I had fed the [D] other way.
They covered every dock at every port there [G] on the coast looking for the [D] double-crosser
who had turned [A] into a ghost.
[D] But I was on a train, my friend, that rode the [G] other way.
And I'll sail from [D] California [A] back to Dublin [D] one fine day.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will be [D] jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Oh!
[G] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
Well, my name is John O'Reilly and my father worked [G] the fields in the hills of old [D] Killarney
where I helped [G] him turn [A] the wheels.
[D] My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of [G] seventeen and I used my fists [D] for gambling in [A] those
wet [Em] Killarney [D] streets.
Well, the ship left for America and I took my pack [G] aboard and said goodbye to my [D] dear
Ireland and said a prayer to my [A] dear Lord.
Well, [D] I fought those sorry guineas in Kitchener [G] called Hill.
Well, I fought them for [D] their dollar and [A] those [D] guineas paid me well, fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will [D] be jingling on the day of my [Bm] return, [A] the day of my [D] return.
[G]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D] Well, I fought in New York City and I fought the [G] Jersey Shore.
Well, my gut stayed full [D] of whiskey and my bed stayed full [A] of whore.
[D] Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they [G] called the same.
And I left them [D] all to lie in [A] half in blood and [D] half in shame.
Well, I met a man on 30 June, he snuck out [G] his hand and he offered [D] me a thousand if I'd
fall before [A] his man.
[D] Well, I said it could be done but only for [G] another two.
And he smiled at [D] me and nodded as [A] I stuck it in [D] my shoe.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Oh!
[G]
[D] [Bm] [A]
[D] Well, I rang the bell two times before I let him have [G] my nose and I let him work [D] my left
until my eye was [A] swollen closed.
[D] Then I let loose right the beast that was out [G] today.
Oh, that guinea [D] didn't know that [A] I had fed the [D] other way.
They covered every dock at every port there [G] on the coast looking for the [D] double-crosser
who had turned [A] into a ghost.
[D] But I was on a train, my friend, that rode the [G] other way.
And I'll sail from [D] California [A] back to Dublin [D] one fine day.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will be [D] jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Oh!
[G] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
[G] [D]
[Bm] [A] [D]
Key:
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, my name is John O'Reilly and my father worked [G] the fields in the hills of old [D] Killarney
where I helped [G] him turn [A] the wheels.
[D] My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of [G] seventeen and I used my fists [D] for gambling in [A] those
wet [Em] Killarney [D] streets.
_ _ _ _ Well, the ship left for America and I took my pack [G] aboard and said goodbye to my [D] dear
Ireland and said a prayer to my [A] dear Lord.
Well, [D] I fought those sorry guineas in Kitchener [G] called Hill.
Well, I fought them for [D] their dollar and [A] those [D] guineas paid me well, _ fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will [D] be jingling on the day of my [Bm] return, [A] the day of my [D] return. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Well, I fought in New York City and I fought the [G] Jersey Shore.
Well, my gut stayed full [D] of whiskey and my bed stayed full [A] of whore.
[D] Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they [G] called the same.
And I left them [D] all to lie in [A] half in blood and [D] half in shame.
_ Well, I met a man on 30 June, he snuck out [G] his hand and he offered [D] me a thousand if I'd
fall before [A] his man.
[D] Well, I said it could be done but only for [G] another two.
And he smiled at [D] me and nodded as [A] I stuck it in [D] my shoe.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Oh! _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Well, I rang the bell two times before I let him have [G] my nose and I let him work [D] my left
until my eye was [A] swollen closed.
[D] Then I let loose right the beast that was out [G] today.
Oh, that guinea [D] didn't know that [A] I had fed the [D] other way.
_ They covered every dock at every port there [G] on the coast looking for the [D] double-crosser
who had turned [A] into a ghost.
[D] But I was on a train, my friend, that rode the [G] other way.
And I'll sail from [D] California [A] back to Dublin [D] one fine day.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will be [D] jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
_ Oh! _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, my name is John O'Reilly and my father worked [G] the fields in the hills of old [D] Killarney
where I helped [G] him turn [A] the wheels.
[D] My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of [G] seventeen and I used my fists [D] for gambling in [A] those
wet [Em] Killarney [D] streets.
_ _ _ _ Well, the ship left for America and I took my pack [G] aboard and said goodbye to my [D] dear
Ireland and said a prayer to my [A] dear Lord.
Well, [D] I fought those sorry guineas in Kitchener [G] called Hill.
Well, I fought them for [D] their dollar and [A] those [D] guineas paid me well, _ fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will [D] be jingling on the day of my [Bm] return, [A] the day of my [D] return. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Well, I fought in New York City and I fought the [G] Jersey Shore.
Well, my gut stayed full [D] of whiskey and my bed stayed full [A] of whore.
[D] Well, they called my right a cannonball, my left they [G] called the same.
And I left them [D] all to lie in [A] half in blood and [D] half in shame.
_ Well, I met a man on 30 June, he snuck out [G] his hand and he offered [D] me a thousand if I'd
fall before [A] his man.
[D] Well, I said it could be done but only for [G] another two.
And he smiled at [D] me and nodded as [A] I stuck it in [D] my shoe.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Oh! _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ Well, I rang the bell two times before I let him have [G] my nose and I let him work [D] my left
until my eye was [A] swollen closed.
[D] Then I let loose right the beast that was out [G] today.
Oh, that guinea [D] didn't know that [A] I had fed the [D] other way.
_ They covered every dock at every port there [G] on the coast looking for the [D] double-crosser
who had turned [A] into a ghost.
[D] But I was on a train, my friend, that rode the [G] other way.
And I'll sail from [D] California [A] back to Dublin [D] one fine day.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets [D] will be jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
Fairly well, fared over fairly well.
Your [G] season's turned.
Well, my pockets will be [D] jingling on the day of [Bm] my return, [A] the day of [D] my return.
_ Oh! _ _ _
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
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