Chords for Paddy Keenan and Daoiri Farrell Perform Liam Weldon's song"The Blue Tar Road".
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Hi everybody, I'm going to sing a song here now that was written by a guy called Liam Weldon from Ballyfermuth,
actually where I'm living at the moment myself, not too far from there anyway.
[D] And Liam wrote a song for the Traveller protest that took place in 1959 in Cherry Orchard,
and he called it Blue Tyre Road.
I am a true-born Irishman, a traveller am I.
My home's the road, no fixed abode.
I must travel till I die.
The few men give me camping space, I am few are all my friends.
On the hard road for the travelling man, I must travel till the end.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and the traveller's weary load.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and I came to Dublin City Fair in the year of 59.
And I camped in Lansdowne's grim valley with others of my kind.
Bunt of Len's corporation, gone Christians to a man.
Tore down our camp and uprooted us, and dried out our hunger.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and the traveller's weary load.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and I'm out here in Cherry Orchard.
Cherry blossoms were forgotten and haunted in tartan and blue.
Bunt the man abide for love, and was nailed onto a tree.
Well wasn't he a travelling man, the same as you and me?
Oh and please God in your own good time, let the traveller's weary load.
And we'll bid farewell to poverty and blue town.
Thank you very much everyone.
actually where I'm living at the moment myself, not too far from there anyway.
[D] And Liam wrote a song for the Traveller protest that took place in 1959 in Cherry Orchard,
and he called it Blue Tyre Road.
I am a true-born Irishman, a traveller am I.
My home's the road, no fixed abode.
I must travel till I die.
The few men give me camping space, I am few are all my friends.
On the hard road for the travelling man, I must travel till the end.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and the traveller's weary load.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and I came to Dublin City Fair in the year of 59.
And I camped in Lansdowne's grim valley with others of my kind.
Bunt of Len's corporation, gone Christians to a man.
Tore down our camp and uprooted us, and dried out our hunger.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and the traveller's weary load.
Hunger and ships and poverty, and I'm out here in Cherry Orchard.
Cherry blossoms were forgotten and haunted in tartan and blue.
Bunt the man abide for love, and was nailed onto a tree.
Well wasn't he a travelling man, the same as you and me?
Oh and please God in your own good time, let the traveller's weary load.
And we'll bid farewell to poverty and blue town.
Thank you very much everyone.
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_ Hi everybody, I'm going to sing a song here now that was written by a guy called Liam Weldon from Ballyfermuth,
actually where I'm living at the moment myself, not too far from there anyway.
[D] And Liam wrote a song _ for the Traveller protest that took place in 1959 in Cherry Orchard,
_ and he called it Blue Tyre Road. _
_ I _ am a true-born _ _ _ _ _ Irishman, _ a _ _ _ traveller am I. _ _ _ _ _
_ My _ home's the _ road, no _ fixed _ _ abode.
I must travel till I die. _ _ _ _
The few men give me camping _ _ _ space, I am few are all my friends. _ _
_ _ _ On the hard road for the travelling _ man, I _ must travel _ till the end.
_ _ _ _ _ Hunger and ships and _ poverty, _ _ _ and the _ traveller's weary _ _ _ _ _ load.
_ Hunger and _ ships and _ poverty, _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I _ _ came to Dublin City _ _ _ _ Fair _ in the year of _ 59. _ _ _ _
And I camped in _ Lansdowne's grim _ _ valley _ _ with _ others of my _ _ _ _ kind. _
Bunt of Len's _ _ _ _ corporation, _ _ _ _ gone Christians _ _ to a man. _
_ _ _ Tore down our camp and _ uprooted _ _ us, and dried out our _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ hunger.
Hunger and ships and _ poverty, _ _ _ and the _ traveller's weary _ _ _ _ load.
_ Hunger _ _ and ships _ and _ _ poverty, _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm out here in Cherry _ _ _ Orchard.
Cherry _ _ _ _ _ _ _ blossoms _ _ _ _ _ _ _ were _ forgotten and _ _ _ haunted _ _ in _ _ tartan and _ blue. _ _
_ Bunt the man _ abide _ _ _ for _ love, _ and was nailed onto _ a tree. _ _ _ _
Well wasn't he a travelling man, _ the _ same _ as you _ and _ me?
_ Oh and please God _ in _ your own good _ _ time, let the _ traveller's weary _ _ _ load.
_ _ And we'll bid _ farewell _ to _ _ poverty _ _ _ _ _ and _ blue _ _ town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Thank you very much everyone. _ _
actually where I'm living at the moment myself, not too far from there anyway.
[D] And Liam wrote a song _ for the Traveller protest that took place in 1959 in Cherry Orchard,
_ and he called it Blue Tyre Road. _
_ I _ am a true-born _ _ _ _ _ Irishman, _ a _ _ _ traveller am I. _ _ _ _ _
_ My _ home's the _ road, no _ fixed _ _ abode.
I must travel till I die. _ _ _ _
The few men give me camping _ _ _ space, I am few are all my friends. _ _
_ _ _ On the hard road for the travelling _ man, I _ must travel _ till the end.
_ _ _ _ _ Hunger and ships and _ poverty, _ _ _ and the _ traveller's weary _ _ _ _ _ load.
_ Hunger and _ ships and _ poverty, _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I _ _ came to Dublin City _ _ _ _ Fair _ in the year of _ 59. _ _ _ _
And I camped in _ Lansdowne's grim _ _ valley _ _ with _ others of my _ _ _ _ kind. _
Bunt of Len's _ _ _ _ corporation, _ _ _ _ gone Christians _ _ to a man. _
_ _ _ Tore down our camp and _ uprooted _ _ us, and dried out our _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ hunger.
Hunger and ships and _ poverty, _ _ _ and the _ traveller's weary _ _ _ _ load.
_ Hunger _ _ and ships _ and _ _ poverty, _ _ _ and _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm out here in Cherry _ _ _ Orchard.
Cherry _ _ _ _ _ _ _ blossoms _ _ _ _ _ _ _ were _ forgotten and _ _ _ haunted _ _ in _ _ tartan and _ blue. _ _
_ Bunt the man _ abide _ _ _ for _ love, _ and was nailed onto _ a tree. _ _ _ _
Well wasn't he a travelling man, _ the _ same _ as you _ and _ me?
_ Oh and please God _ in _ your own good _ _ time, let the _ traveller's weary _ _ _ load.
_ _ And we'll bid _ farewell _ to _ _ poverty _ _ _ _ _ and _ blue _ _ town. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Thank you very much everyone. _ _