Chords for The Dubliners - Mcalpine's Fusiliers (rare version)
Tempo:
126.85 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] There's a song about the Paddy's.
A crack was good and crickle would,
and they wouldn't leave the crown.
[D] Glass was flying and biddy's crying,
[E] for Paddy's were [A] going to town.
A calf-ine went to hear him,
and wimpy [D] went betrayed,
but Paddy took the [E] great north road
and he got there [A] just the same.
Oh mother dear, I'm over here,
I never will go back.
What keeps me here to rake a [D] beer?
A lady.
I [A]
still feel the pain.
As down the glen
[D] came my calf-ines,
with [A] their shovels
[E] slung [A] behind them.
I was in the pub,
but [D] they drank their sob,
and up in the spike
you'll find them.
[A] They sweated blood,
[D] and they washed down the mud
with pints and a quarts of beer.
[A] They're on [D] the road again,
with [A] my calf [E]-ines for you [A] to leave.
I stripped to the skin
[D] with darky fin,
[A] way down [E] upon the [A] isle of grey.
With horse-face too,
and [D] I knew the rule,
how money if you stop for rain.
[A] My calf-ines, God,
[D] was a well-filled mud,
your shoulders cut
a bit and seared.
[A] And oh, to he
who went [D] to the party
with [A] my calf-ines [E] for you.
[A] I remember the day
[D] that the bail-o-jay
[A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair.
But horse-face said,
[D] when he saw him dead,
well, it wasn't what a rich cop prayers.
[A] I'm a nappy-shart,
[D] was the one retard
that reached onto my ear.
[A] When the going is rough,
[D] well, you must be tough
[A] with my calf [E]-ines for you.
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[D]
I [A]
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] [A] woke till I sweat,
[D] and had a me-fet,
[A] with Russian, [E] Czech, [A] and Pole.
And shuddering jams
up in [D] the Hydro-dam
were underneath the stems
in a hole.
[A] I'm grounded hard,
[D] and I've got reeked hard,
and many a ganger's pissed across me ears.
[A] If you're pride in your life,
[D] now join my race,
[A] bring out my [E]
[A] fuel.
[D]
[A]
A crack was good and crickle would,
and they wouldn't leave the crown.
[D] Glass was flying and biddy's crying,
[E] for Paddy's were [A] going to town.
A calf-ine went to hear him,
and wimpy [D] went betrayed,
but Paddy took the [E] great north road
and he got there [A] just the same.
Oh mother dear, I'm over here,
I never will go back.
What keeps me here to rake a [D] beer?
A lady.
I [A]
still feel the pain.
As down the glen
[D] came my calf-ines,
with [A] their shovels
[E] slung [A] behind them.
I was in the pub,
but [D] they drank their sob,
and up in the spike
you'll find them.
[A] They sweated blood,
[D] and they washed down the mud
with pints and a quarts of beer.
[A] They're on [D] the road again,
with [A] my calf [E]-ines for you [A] to leave.
I stripped to the skin
[D] with darky fin,
[A] way down [E] upon the [A] isle of grey.
With horse-face too,
and [D] I knew the rule,
how money if you stop for rain.
[A] My calf-ines, God,
[D] was a well-filled mud,
your shoulders cut
a bit and seared.
[A] And oh, to he
who went [D] to the party
with [A] my calf-ines [E] for you.
[A] I remember the day
[D] that the bail-o-jay
[A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair.
But horse-face said,
[D] when he saw him dead,
well, it wasn't what a rich cop prayers.
[A] I'm a nappy-shart,
[D] was the one retard
that reached onto my ear.
[A] When the going is rough,
[D] well, you must be tough
[A] with my calf [E]-ines for you.
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[D]
I [A]
[D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] [A] woke till I sweat,
[D] and had a me-fet,
[A] with Russian, [E] Czech, [A] and Pole.
And shuddering jams
up in [D] the Hydro-dam
were underneath the stems
in a hole.
[A] I'm grounded hard,
[D] and I've got reeked hard,
and many a ganger's pissed across me ears.
[A] If you're pride in your life,
[D] now join my race,
[A] bring out my [E]
[A] fuel.
[D]
[A]
Key:
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D
E
A
D
E
A
D
[A] There's a song about the Paddy's.
_ A crack was good and crickle would,
and they wouldn't leave the crown.
_ [D] Glass was flying and biddy's crying,
[E] for Paddy's were [A] going to town. _
A calf-ine went to hear him,
and wimpy [D] went betrayed,
but Paddy took the [E] great north road
and he got there [A] just the same.
Oh mother dear, I'm over here,
I never will go back.
What keeps me here to rake a [D] beer?
A lady.
I [A]
still feel the pain.
As down the glen
[D] came my calf-ines,
with [A] their shovels
[E] slung [A] behind them.
_ I was in the pub,
but [D] they drank their sob,
and up in the spike
you'll find them. _
[A] They sweated blood,
[D] and they washed down the mud
with pints and a quarts of beer.
_ _ _ [A] _ They're on [D] the road again,
with [A] my calf [E]-ines for you [A] to leave.
_ _ I stripped to the skin
[D] with darky fin,
[A] way down [E] upon the [A] isle of _ _ grey.
With horse-face too,
and [D] I knew the rule,
how money if you stop for rain.
_ [A] My calf-ines, God,
[D] was a well-filled mud,
your shoulders cut
a bit and seared.
_ _ [A] And oh, to he
who went [D] to the party
with [A] my calf-ines [E] for you.
[A] _ _ _ I remember the day
[D] that the bail-o-jay
[A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair.
_ But horse-face said,
[D] when he saw him dead,
well, it wasn't what a rich cop prayers.
_ [A] I'm a nappy-shart,
[D] was the one retard
that reached onto my ear.
_ [A] When the going is rough,
[D] well, you must be tough
[A] with my calf [E]-ines for you.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ woke till I sweat,
[D] and had a me-fet,
[A] with Russian, [E] Czech, [A] and Pole.
_ And shuddering jams
up in [D] the Hydro-dam
were underneath the stems
in a hole.
_ _ [A] I'm grounded hard,
[D] and I've got reeked hard,
and many a ganger's pissed across me ears.
_ [A] If you're pride in your life,
[D] now join my race,
[A] bring out my [E]
[A] fuel. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ A crack was good and crickle would,
and they wouldn't leave the crown.
_ [D] Glass was flying and biddy's crying,
[E] for Paddy's were [A] going to town. _
A calf-ine went to hear him,
and wimpy [D] went betrayed,
but Paddy took the [E] great north road
and he got there [A] just the same.
Oh mother dear, I'm over here,
I never will go back.
What keeps me here to rake a [D] beer?
A lady.
I [A]
still feel the pain.
As down the glen
[D] came my calf-ines,
with [A] their shovels
[E] slung [A] behind them.
_ I was in the pub,
but [D] they drank their sob,
and up in the spike
you'll find them. _
[A] They sweated blood,
[D] and they washed down the mud
with pints and a quarts of beer.
_ _ _ [A] _ They're on [D] the road again,
with [A] my calf [E]-ines for you [A] to leave.
_ _ I stripped to the skin
[D] with darky fin,
[A] way down [E] upon the [A] isle of _ _ grey.
With horse-face too,
and [D] I knew the rule,
how money if you stop for rain.
_ [A] My calf-ines, God,
[D] was a well-filled mud,
your shoulders cut
a bit and seared.
_ _ [A] And oh, to he
who went [D] to the party
with [A] my calf-ines [E] for you.
[A] _ _ _ I remember the day
[D] that the bail-o-jay
[A] fell into [E] a concrete [A] stair.
_ But horse-face said,
[D] when he saw him dead,
well, it wasn't what a rich cop prayers.
_ [A] I'm a nappy-shart,
[D] was the one retard
that reached onto my ear.
_ [A] When the going is rough,
[D] well, you must be tough
[A] with my calf [E]-ines for you.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ woke till I sweat,
[D] and had a me-fet,
[A] with Russian, [E] Czech, [A] and Pole.
_ And shuddering jams
up in [D] the Hydro-dam
were underneath the stems
in a hole.
_ _ [A] I'm grounded hard,
[D] and I've got reeked hard,
and many a ganger's pissed across me ears.
_ [A] If you're pride in your life,
[D] now join my race,
[A] bring out my [E]
[A] fuel. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _