Chords for Plains Of Kildare - Andy Irvine & Donal Lunny 2009

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[G] _ _ [D] Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story About noble [G] Stewball, that gallant racing [Dm] pony.
Arthur Marvell [G] was the [F] man that first brought [G] Stewball here, [Dm] For to run [Am] with Miss Grisel [Dm] on the plains of [G] Kiltair.
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[C] _ _ [Dm] _ And the fame of his actions [D] we've heard all before, Now he is challenged [G] by young Mrs [Dm] Gore,
To run with Miss Grisel, that handsome grey mare, For ten [C] thousand gold [D] guineas on the plains of Kiltair.
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_ [G] _ _ [Dm] And the cattle they were brought [C] out with saddle [D] whip and bridle, The gentlemen did [Dm] shout at [A] the sight of the gallant [D] riders,
In viewing the [Dm] cattle just as they came there, For they all laid their money on the [D] Monaghan grey mare. _
_ _ [G] _ [D] And the [G] order it [Dm] was [G] given and the way they [Dm] did fly, Stewball like an arrow [Gm] the grey mare [Dm] passed by.
If you had a been there to have [C] seen them going [Dm] around, You'd have thought to your [C] heart [D] that the mare touched the ground.
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[Dm] _ [G] _ _ _ [Dm] And when at last they came to [G] halfway [Dm] round the course, Stewball and his rider began to discourse.
Says Stewball to the rider, can you tell [G] to me, [Dm] How far is [Am] that grey mare [G] this moment from [Dm] me?
_ _ [G] _ [C] _ [Dm] _ Says the rider to Stewball, [G] you're running [Dm] great, Stile, you're ahead of the [G] grey mare, almost half [Dm] a mile.
If you keep your running I vow and [G] I [Dm] swear, That you never will [G] be [C] beaten by the Monaghan [G] grey [Dm] mare.
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_ [G] _ _ [D] The last winning host, [C] Stewball, passed at flight [D] handy, Horse and rider both [G] all, by [Dm] sherry, wine and brandy.
And they drank up a help too, [F] the noble [G] grey mare, [Dm] As she emptied [Am] their [G] pockets on the plains of [Dm] Kiltair. _
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