Chords for The Pogues - Medley: The Recruiting Sergeant / Rocky Road To Dublin / The Galway Races

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_ _ _ _ As I was walking down [G] the road a [D]-feeling fine and [Em] lucky, I were a-looking such a-gain, but to me, says he, look fine and cocky, oh.
For the king is in need [G] of men, I come read this [D] proclamation, [Em] oh, a life in blondes for you then, you'll be a fine vacation home. _
_ But maybe some says, [G] hey, to him, well, tell her, me, [D] Sargent, dear, Rio, [Em] if I had a bike stuck up on me back, wouldn't I look fine and cheerio?
Tell me a train and drill until I had you, [D] look, the country's [Em] old, it may be warm and bland, as it's crafty in the country zone. _ _
The Sargent smiled and wept, [G] as I smiled, [D] it was [Em] provoking, oh, he took on and threw on his name, as that says here on in Tokyo. _
[E] The sandbags are so warm and [G] high, the wind, you [D] won't be blowing, oh, I went to the [Em] canyon pass and by, says I, what have I [E] snowed with, oh?
_ _ [Em] Come rain or hail, or warm or snow, I'm not [D] going out to fun, [Em] no, so, just wait for the double ends to be done, let your scientists and your [E] commanders go.
[G] Let Englishmen fight Englishwise, it's nearly [D] time, we'll be spared it [Em] all, except if the Sargent never regains his terror, then we'll [E] probably be, [Am] oh. _
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[C] So we're down for go, it's now the super [Am] recreation on the 17th of [G] August, we [Am] won't be out waited.
Our passengers assemble with their tickets at the station, we hike, we go to Dundal and lay off to see the races, and [A] we walk, fa la do, fa la [C] do, the I-Land.
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[C] There are passengers for the wreck and passengers for [Am] the air, our boys are camera [G] men, [Am] they're in their igniters, there are people [G] from Cox [Am] City who would like [G] a shrimp, baby.
We're all the painted pictures from time to [Am] foreign nations, and we walk, [C#m] fa la do, fa la do, the [Am] I-Land. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] Backstair you see the pipers and the fiddlers compete, [Am]
sporting whale of [G] fortune and the whore of twenty quarters, we're swimmers, we're out to scoop, we're [Am] purple, what [G] does that form [Am] again?
The battle well contented and the gays have had it [A] done, and we walk, fa la do, [C#m] fa la do, the I [Am]-Land. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Am] And we walk, [C] fa la do, fa la do, the [A] I-Land. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] Backstair you see the chuckies and the mouth and the lips, they believe [Am] the pink, the bloody, the orange, the [G] green, the colours of [Am] our nation,
the toilet covers darken all our eyes, [G] the scene of patience, [C] the food by hurling chips [Am] to the ground is sweet, it's so amazing, and we walk, fa la do, fa la do, the I-Land.
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[Am] There was half a million people there, of all denominations, the Catholic, the Christmas, the Jericho, the Britannian,
you know our university, no matter [G] what you persuade me, [Am] about your hospitality, and choose to brush your clean sweep [F] me, we walk, fa la do, fa la do, the [F#m] I-Land.
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