Chords for Pat Reilly - Andy Irvine 1976

_ _ _ _ _ _ It [F] being on [Bb] one [F] Monday morning, it being our payday, [Bb] We met [Dm] Sergeant [F] Jenkins at our [C] going-away.
[F] He says to Pat Riley,
You are a handsome young man, [Gm] will you [F] come to John [C] Kelly's, Where we [F] will get a dram? _
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[F] And [Bb] while we sat [F] there boozing and [Bb] drinking [F] his dram, [Dm] He says [F] to Pat Riley, you are a [C] handsome young [F] man,
I'd have [Bb] you [F] take the bounty and come [Bb] [F] along with me, [Bb] To the sweet [F] county [C] Longford, strange [Dm] faces there you'll see.
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[F] Oh no, kind sir, a soldier's life with me would not agree, [Bb] Nor [F] neither would I bind myself [Bb] down from my [C] liberty,
For [F] I [Bb] lived as [F] happy as a prince, my [Bb] mind does [F] tell me so, [Bb] So fare [F] thee well, I'm just going down [Bb] my shuttle [Dm] for to throw.
Oh, [F] are you in a hurry?
Are [Bb] you [F] going away?
[Bb] Or won't [F] you stop and listen to these words I'm going [C] to say?
[F] Perhaps now, Pat Riley, you might do something worse, [Bb] Than to [F] leave your native country and enlist in the Black Horse.
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[F] Oh, as [Bb] I [F] took the bounty, the [Bb] reckoning [F] was paid, The ribbons were brought out, me boys, and pinned to my [C] cockade.
[F] It's early the next morning, we all were made to stand, [Bb] [F] Before our Grand General, with Pats all in [Dm] our hand.
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_ [F] He says [Bb] to [F] Pat Riley, you are a little too tall, [Bb] With [F] some other [Bb] [F] regiment, I fear you'll [C] have to go.
[F] I may [Bb] go [F] where I will, I [Bb] have no one [F] to mourn, [Gm] My [F] mother is dead, me boys, and never will return.
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It's not in the morning that I [Bb]
[F] sing my song, [Bb] But it's [F] in the cold [Dm] evening as I [C] march alone,
[F] With my [Bb] tongue nor [F] my shoulder, I [Bb] bitterly [F] do weep, [Bb] When I [F] think of my true [Bb] love that now [Dm] lies fast asleep.
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[F] My [Bb] blessing [F] on my mother that [Bb] reared me [F] neat and clean, [Bb] But bad [F] luck to my father [Bb] that made me [C] serve the Queen.
[F] Oh, had [Bb] he [F] been a nun, this man, and [Bb] learned me [F] my trade, I would never have listed [Dm] nor worn the cockade.
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