Chords for The Dubliners Ronny Drew McAlpines Fusiliers Tenor Banjo play along V1 + Tabs Irish Tenor Banjo
Tempo:
137.3 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
E
F#m
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] In the year of 39, when the [D] sky was full of lead, when [E] Hitler was heading for Poland and Paddy for Molly [A] Head.
Come on you picture laddies, and you long [D] distance men, don't ever [E] walk from a gout line, or Wimpy or John [A] Lang.
Why you'll stand behind them this time, [G] when your [Bm] skin is printed hand, and [A] they'll say good on your panties, but you'll both bear in your hand.
Oh that crack was [F#m] good on Picklewood, [Em] and they wouldn't leave the [D] crown.
With [E] glasses, lyre and British priors, your panties will [A] go to hell.
[G]
Over that hill [A] and over here, they never [D] will come back.
What [E] keeps me here, is a right of the young, the [A] ladies and the plankton.
For as down [F#m] in England came [D] the gout line, men with [A] their [E] shovels, slung [A] behind them.
Transit's not half, [D] they've left the sub, and nothing that's safe you can find them.
[A] They swaggered the rod, but now they're [D] snarled the mud, with pipes and farts of beer.
[A] And now they're on the road again, where I'll find [E] you.
[A]
I slipped to the skin, [C#m] with a [D] dark evening wind, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Maid.
With a horse face dull, [D] the night we ruled the road, no money in the stock, or rain.
[A] When the gout line's gone, with a [D] well filled hound, your shoulders could have been seared.
[A] And a load heavy, will turn up the bar tea, with my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear.
I remember the day, [C#m] that the [D] bear was [A] [E]
[A] there.
Our spades said, they saw [D] him leave, but it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] cop rears.
I [A] remember he's gone, with a lonely [D]
thought, that rings still [A] up to [D] my ears.
[A] Well, the king in the room, [C#m] well he must [D] be himself, with [A] my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear.
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[D]
[A] [D]
[F#m] [D]
[A] [F#m]
[D] [A] [C#m] [A]
I worked as a smith, in a shed, [D] and feed cats, [A] with a Russian [E]
[A] shank and pole.
On shuffling [D] jams, up in the high gardens, from [E] underneath the [D] thames, in a hole.
[A] I worked hard, and I worked [D] awfully hard, and many times just across the years.
[A] If you ride the alley, don't join [D] my Christ [A] with my gout lines [E] [A] through the rear.
[N]
Come on you picture laddies, and you long [D] distance men, don't ever [E] walk from a gout line, or Wimpy or John [A] Lang.
Why you'll stand behind them this time, [G] when your [Bm] skin is printed hand, and [A] they'll say good on your panties, but you'll both bear in your hand.
Oh that crack was [F#m] good on Picklewood, [Em] and they wouldn't leave the [D] crown.
With [E] glasses, lyre and British priors, your panties will [A] go to hell.
[G]
Over that hill [A] and over here, they never [D] will come back.
What [E] keeps me here, is a right of the young, the [A] ladies and the plankton.
For as down [F#m] in England came [D] the gout line, men with [A] their [E] shovels, slung [A] behind them.
Transit's not half, [D] they've left the sub, and nothing that's safe you can find them.
[A] They swaggered the rod, but now they're [D] snarled the mud, with pipes and farts of beer.
[A] And now they're on the road again, where I'll find [E] you.
[A]
I slipped to the skin, [C#m] with a [D] dark evening wind, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Maid.
With a horse face dull, [D] the night we ruled the road, no money in the stock, or rain.
[A] When the gout line's gone, with a [D] well filled hound, your shoulders could have been seared.
[A] And a load heavy, will turn up the bar tea, with my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear.
I remember the day, [C#m] that the [D] bear was [A] [E]
[A] there.
Our spades said, they saw [D] him leave, but it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] cop rears.
I [A] remember he's gone, with a lonely [D]
thought, that rings still [A] up to [D] my ears.
[A] Well, the king in the room, [C#m] well he must [D] be himself, with [A] my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear.
[D] [A]
[E] [A]
[D]
[A] [D]
[F#m] [D]
[A] [F#m]
[D] [A] [C#m] [A]
I worked as a smith, in a shed, [D] and feed cats, [A] with a Russian [E]
[A] shank and pole.
On shuffling [D] jams, up in the high gardens, from [E] underneath the [D] thames, in a hole.
[A] I worked hard, and I worked [D] awfully hard, and many times just across the years.
[A] If you ride the alley, don't join [D] my Christ [A] with my gout lines [E] [A] through the rear.
[N]
Key:
A
D
E
F#m
C#m
A
D
E
[A] In the year of 39, _ when the [D] sky was full of lead, _ when [E] Hitler was heading for Poland and Paddy for Molly [A] Head. _
_ _ Come on you picture laddies, and you long [D] distance men, _ don't ever [E] walk from a gout line, or Wimpy or John [A] Lang. _ _
Why you'll stand behind them this time, [G] when your [Bm] skin is printed hand, and [A] they'll say good on your panties, but you'll both bear in your hand. _ _
Oh that crack was [F#m] good on Picklewood, [Em] and they wouldn't leave the [D] crown.
With [E] glasses, lyre and British priors, your panties will [A] go to hell.
_ _ [G]
Over that hill [A] and over here, they never [D] will come back.
What [E] keeps me here, is a right of the young, the [A] ladies and the _ _ plankton.
For as down [F#m] in England came [D] the gout line, men with [A] their _ [E] shovels, slung [A] behind them.
_ _ Transit's not half, [D] they've left the sub, and nothing that's safe you can find them. _
[A] They swaggered the rod, but now they're [D] snarled the mud, with pipes and farts of beer.
_ _ [A] And now they're on the road again, where I'll find [E] you.
[A] _ _ _ _
I slipped to the skin, [C#m] with a [D] dark evening wind, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Maid.
_ _ With a horse face dull, [D] the night we ruled the road, no money in the stock, or rain.
_ _ [A] When the gout line's gone, with a [D] well filled hound, your shoulders could have been seared. _ _
[A] And a load heavy, will turn up the bar tea, with my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear.
_ I remember the day, [C#m] that the [D] bear was _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ there.
_ _ Our spades said, they saw [D] him leave, but it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] cop rears. _
I [A] remember he's gone, with a lonely [D]
thought, that rings still [A] up to [D] my ears.
_ [A] Well, the king in the room, [C#m] well he must [D] be himself, with [A] my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ I worked as a smith, in a shed, [D] and feed cats, [A] with a Russian [E] _
[A] shank and pole.
_ _ On shuffling [D] jams, up in the high gardens, from [E] underneath the [D] thames, in a hole. _
[A] I worked hard, and I worked [D] awfully hard, and many times just across the years. _
[A] If you ride the alley, don't join [D] my Christ [A] with my gout lines [E] [A] through the rear.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Come on you picture laddies, and you long [D] distance men, _ don't ever [E] walk from a gout line, or Wimpy or John [A] Lang. _ _
Why you'll stand behind them this time, [G] when your [Bm] skin is printed hand, and [A] they'll say good on your panties, but you'll both bear in your hand. _ _
Oh that crack was [F#m] good on Picklewood, [Em] and they wouldn't leave the [D] crown.
With [E] glasses, lyre and British priors, your panties will [A] go to hell.
_ _ [G]
Over that hill [A] and over here, they never [D] will come back.
What [E] keeps me here, is a right of the young, the [A] ladies and the _ _ plankton.
For as down [F#m] in England came [D] the gout line, men with [A] their _ [E] shovels, slung [A] behind them.
_ _ Transit's not half, [D] they've left the sub, and nothing that's safe you can find them. _
[A] They swaggered the rod, but now they're [D] snarled the mud, with pipes and farts of beer.
_ _ [A] And now they're on the road again, where I'll find [E] you.
[A] _ _ _ _
I slipped to the skin, [C#m] with a [D] dark evening wind, [A] way down [E] upon the Isle [A] of Maid.
_ _ With a horse face dull, [D] the night we ruled the road, no money in the stock, or rain.
_ _ [A] When the gout line's gone, with a [D] well filled hound, your shoulders could have been seared. _ _
[A] And a load heavy, will turn up the bar tea, with my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear.
_ I remember the day, [C#m] that the [D] bear was _ [A] _ _ [E] _
_ [A] _ there.
_ _ Our spades said, they saw [D] him leave, but it wasn't [A] what the rich [D] cop rears. _
I [A] remember he's gone, with a lonely [D]
thought, that rings still [A] up to [D] my ears.
_ [A] Well, the king in the room, [C#m] well he must [D] be himself, with [A] my gout [E] lines through [A] the rear. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
[E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ I worked as a smith, in a shed, [D] and feed cats, [A] with a Russian [E] _
[A] shank and pole.
_ _ On shuffling [D] jams, up in the high gardens, from [E] underneath the [D] thames, in a hole. _
[A] I worked hard, and I worked [D] awfully hard, and many times just across the years. _
[A] If you ride the alley, don't join [D] my Christ [A] with my gout lines [E] [A] through the rear.
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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