The Man from the Daily Mail Chords by Fee Mcgorman

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Well Ireland is a very funny place sir, [B] it's a strange and a troubled [F#] land, _
And the Irish are a bloody funny race sir, [C#] every girl's in [D#m] coming a man.
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Every doggy has a tricoloured ribbon, _ [B]
tied firmly [F#] to its tail,
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And it wouldn't be [F#] surprising if there'd be another rising, [C#] says a man from the Daily [F#] Mail. _ _
_ Every bird upon my [D#m] word is singing treble, _ I'm a rebel,
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Every hen and tether laying hand grenades [C#]
over there sir, I declare sir,
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And every [F#] cock in the farmyard stock [B] crows a triumph for [C#] the gale.
[B] Well if you tried to [F#] show them they would shoot you as a yeoman, says the [C#] man from the [F#] Daily Mail. _ _
_ _ Well the other day I travelled down to Clare sir, [B] and I spied at an old [F#] boreen,
_ Such a squad of right and busy ganders there sir, [C#] dressed in orange, [D#m] white and green.
_ [F#] They march to the German gust step, [B] as the whistles grind [F#] your whale,
[B] Oh I'm shaking in [F#] my shoes as I'm sending out the news, says the man from the Daily Mail. _ _ _ _
Oh the place it is seething with sedition, _
[B] it's shinfing [F#] through and through,
All the peelers there joining local units, and [C#] the passwords [D#] shinfing [F#] too. _
Every doggy has a tricoloured ribbon, [B] tied firmly to [F#] its tail,
[B] And to cause you some more sorrow [F#] shall they change within the morrow, says the man from the Daily Mail. _
_ Every bard upon my ward is singing treble, [D#m] I'm a [F#] rebel. _
Every hen and chedder laying hungry [C#] lids over there sir, I declare sir.
[B] And every [F#] cock in the farmyard [B] stock crows a triumph [C#] for the gale,
Well [B] if you ever tried to show [F#] them they would shoot you as a [C#] yeoman, says the man from the [F#] Daily Mail. _
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