Chords for Luke Kelly Dublin-Ronnie Drew Nelson's Farewell
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115.9 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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We had to preface a little song that we sang about Nelson.
And we were looking through some books of poetry, Irish poetry.
And we came across a poem by Louis MacNeice, poet,
and as it turns out, prophet.
A poem called Dublin, just simply Dublin.
And this is the first verse of the poem.
Is that recorded, Matt?
Gray brick upon brick.
The clamor three bronze on somber pedestals.
O'Connell, Grattan, North.
And brewery tubs and swans on the balustraded stream.
And the bare bones of a fan light over a hungry door.
And a soft wind on the cheek.
And porter from the taps with heads of yellow cream.
And Nelson on his pillar watching his world collapse.
[D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D]
Our colonel admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
On the eighth day of March, at Dublin city fair.
Toodle-oo, toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[A] From his stand of stones and mortar,
people passing through the quarter,
well, it's [D]
a single [G] celebration.
It's a service to the nation.
[D] So, colonel [A] admiral Nelson, [D] to the floor.
Oh, 50 pounds of jellied light that spread upon his way.
Toodle-oo, [A]
toodle [D]-oo, toodle-oo.
The lady's cash wouldn't get to him today.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[D]
[A] In Trafalgar Square at night,
to name admiral Nelson standing there,
with antioirists for what they [D] imbue.
So, the Dublin [G] Acclamation and Stoke deliberation,
[D] for the boys of [A] Ireland show them [D] with you.
A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, oh, the French and Spanish fleet.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
[A] One, one, thirty in the morning,
L.
Nelson took a powder [D] and he blew.
Oh, and last day [G] at his station,
the Spanish fire station.
The [D] toodle-oo, [A] [D]
all the Russians and the Yanks,
with the lunar probes they play.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
When he hit, shh, shh, shh.
Toodle-oo, toodle [A]-oo, toodle-oo.
[D] [A]
To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, [D] oh, the French and Spanish [G]
fleet.
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[A]
[D] [A] [D]
[N]
And we were looking through some books of poetry, Irish poetry.
And we came across a poem by Louis MacNeice, poet,
and as it turns out, prophet.
A poem called Dublin, just simply Dublin.
And this is the first verse of the poem.
Is that recorded, Matt?
Gray brick upon brick.
The clamor three bronze on somber pedestals.
O'Connell, Grattan, North.
And brewery tubs and swans on the balustraded stream.
And the bare bones of a fan light over a hungry door.
And a soft wind on the cheek.
And porter from the taps with heads of yellow cream.
And Nelson on his pillar watching his world collapse.
[D]
[A] [D] [A]
[D]
Our colonel admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
On the eighth day of March, at Dublin city fair.
Toodle-oo, toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[A] From his stand of stones and mortar,
people passing through the quarter,
well, it's [D]
a single [G] celebration.
It's a service to the nation.
[D] So, colonel [A] admiral Nelson, [D] to the floor.
Oh, 50 pounds of jellied light that spread upon his way.
Toodle-oo, [A]
toodle [D]-oo, toodle-oo.
The lady's cash wouldn't get to him today.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[D]
[A] In Trafalgar Square at night,
to name admiral Nelson standing there,
with antioirists for what they [D] imbue.
So, the Dublin [G] Acclamation and Stoke deliberation,
[D] for the boys of [A] Ireland show them [D] with you.
A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, oh, the French and Spanish fleet.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
[A] One, one, thirty in the morning,
L.
Nelson took a powder [D] and he blew.
Oh, and last day [G] at his station,
the Spanish fire station.
The [D] toodle-oo, [A] [D]
all the Russians and the Yanks,
with the lunar probes they play.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
When he hit, shh, shh, shh.
Toodle-oo, toodle [A]-oo, toodle-oo.
[D] [A]
To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, [D] oh, the French and Spanish [G]
fleet.
[D] [A] [D] [A]
[D] [A] [D]
[A]
[D] [A] [D]
[N]
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_ We had to preface a little song that we sang about Nelson.
And we were looking through some books of poetry, Irish poetry.
And we came across a poem by Louis MacNeice, poet,
and as it turns out, prophet.
_ _ _ A poem called Dublin, just simply Dublin.
And this is the first verse of the poem.
_ _ Is that recorded, Matt? _ _ _
Gray brick upon brick. _ _
The clamor three bronze on somber pedestals.
O'Connell, _ Grattan, _ North. _
And brewery tubs and swans on the balustraded stream.
And the bare bones of a fan light _ over a hungry door.
_ _ And a soft wind on the cheek.
And porter from the taps with heads of yellow cream.
And Nelson on his pillar watching his world collapse. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Our colonel admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.
_ Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
_ _ _ On the eighth day of March, at Dublin city fair.
Toodle-oo, toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
_ _ [A] From his stand of stones and mortar,
people passing through the quarter,
well, it's _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ a single [G] _ celebration.
It's a service to the nation.
[D] So, colonel [A] admiral Nelson, [D] to the floor.
_ _ Oh, 50 pounds of jellied light that spread upon his way.
Toodle-oo, [A]
toodle [D]-oo, _ _ _ _ toodle-oo.
The lady's cash wouldn't get to him today. _
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[D] _ _ _
[A] In Trafalgar Square at night,
to name admiral Nelson standing there,
with _ antioirists for what they [D] imbue.
_ So, the Dublin [G] Acclamation and Stoke _ deliberation,
[D] for the boys of [A] Ireland show them [D] with you.
_ _ A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state.
_ Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
_ _ To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, oh, the French and Spanish fleet.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
_ [A] One, one, thirty in the morning, _ _ _
L.
Nelson took a powder [D] and he blew. _ _
Oh, and last day [G] at his station,
the Spanish fire station.
The [D] toodle-oo, [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ all the Russians and the Yanks,
with the lunar probes they play.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
_ When he hit, shh, shh, _ _ _ _ _ shh.
Toodle-oo, toodle [A]-oo, toodle-oo. _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, [D] oh, the French and Spanish _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ fleet.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
And we were looking through some books of poetry, Irish poetry.
And we came across a poem by Louis MacNeice, poet,
and as it turns out, prophet.
_ _ _ A poem called Dublin, just simply Dublin.
And this is the first verse of the poem.
_ _ Is that recorded, Matt? _ _ _
Gray brick upon brick. _ _
The clamor three bronze on somber pedestals.
O'Connell, _ Grattan, _ North. _
And brewery tubs and swans on the balustraded stream.
And the bare bones of a fan light _ over a hungry door.
_ _ And a soft wind on the cheek.
And porter from the taps with heads of yellow cream.
And Nelson on his pillar watching his world collapse. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Our colonel admiral Nelson is no longer in the air.
_ Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
_ _ _ On the eighth day of March, at Dublin city fair.
Toodle-oo, toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
_ _ [A] From his stand of stones and mortar,
people passing through the quarter,
well, it's _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ a single [G] _ celebration.
It's a service to the nation.
[D] So, colonel [A] admiral Nelson, [D] to the floor.
_ _ Oh, 50 pounds of jellied light that spread upon his way.
Toodle-oo, [A]
toodle [D]-oo, _ _ _ _ toodle-oo.
The lady's cash wouldn't get to him today. _
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle-oo.
[D] _ _ _
[A] In Trafalgar Square at night,
to name admiral Nelson standing there,
with _ antioirists for what they [D] imbue.
_ So, the Dublin [G] Acclamation and Stoke _ deliberation,
[D] for the boys of [A] Ireland show them [D] with you.
_ _ A hundred and fifty-seven years it stood up there in state.
_ Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, toodle [D]-oo.
_ _ To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, oh, the French and Spanish fleet.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
_ [A] One, one, thirty in the morning, _ _ _
L.
Nelson took a powder [D] and he blew. _ _
Oh, and last day [G] at his station,
the Spanish fire station.
The [D] toodle-oo, [A] _ [D] _ _ _
_ all the Russians and the Yanks,
with the lunar probes they play.
Toodle-oo, [A] toodle-oo, [D] toodle-oo.
_ When he hit, shh, shh, _ _ _ _ _ shh.
Toodle-oo, toodle [A]-oo, toodle-oo. _
[D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ To Mark L.
Nelson's victory, [D] oh, the French and Spanish _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ fleet.
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _