Tom: Ab major
Verse 1
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C#
I am a young fel
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low that's saisy and bold
In
Castletown,
C#
Connors, I'm very well known
In
Newcastle
C#
A
West I spent many an oath
With
Kitty and
Judy and
Mary
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Me parents rebuked me
for being such a rake
And for spending me time
D
in such frolicsome ways
A
I ne 'er could forget
the good nature of
Jane,
Yer a fog o' my jude, mar a thashe.
D
A
My parents had reared me
to shake and to mow,
A
To plough and to harrow,
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to reap and to sow.
A
Me heart been too airy to drop it too low, I
set down on a high speculation.
D
A
On paper and parchment
A
C#
they taught me to write,
A
And in
D
Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes.
A
And in multiplication, in truth, I was bright,
A
D
yet a foggum would shoot my repose.
A
If ye chance for to go to the town of
Rathkeel, the girdles all around
A
C#
me do flock on the square.
A
Now some offer me apples, and others sweet cake, and they
A
treats me unknowns to their parents.
There's one from
D
Askeaton, and one from the pike,
A
and another from
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Ard, and my heart has beguiled.
D
A
Though being from the mountains, her stockings are white,
and I'd love to be tightening
her girthers.
A
No, to quarrel for riches I
ne 'er was inclined,
A
For the greatest of misers
they must leave
C#
all behind.
But I'll purchase a cow that'll never run dry,
A
And I'll milk her be twistin' or hardin'.
John
D
Damer of
Shrone had plenty of gold,
And
Lord
A
Devonshire's treasures are twenty
D
times more.
D
But should they're laid on their backs amidst nettles and stones,
Bbm
You'd have fogged them
Ebm
with shrewd maratache.
The old cow could be milked without clover or grass,
A
Ebm
She'd be pampered on barley,
sweet corn, and the hops.
She'd be warm, she'd be stout,
A
she'd be free in the paps,
And she'd milk without spence
and her halter.
And the man that would drink, he'd eat
D
cocky's coffee,
A
And if anyone laughs,
C#
we'd have wigs in the green.
And the feeble old hag,
A
she'd get supple and free,
Ebm
And a foggum would shoot maritha's
shade.
A
Now there's some say I'm foolish,
there's some say I'm wise,
Though being fond of the women, I think,
C#m
is no crime.
C#
A
Sure, the son of
King
David, he had ten thousand wives,
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
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I'll till a good garden and work at my ease,
A
And each woman and child
C#
could partake of the same.
If there'd be war in the cabin themselves,
F#m
A
they could blame you if
Fogham would shoot
Ebm
Mor rith
Horshay.
But now for the future, I think I'll get wise and
I'll marry all those women who acted
D
so kind.
Aye, I'd marry them all on the morrow by -and
-by if the clergy'd agree to the bargain.
A
D
And then when I'd be old and me soul be at rest,
A
all those children and wives they
could keen at me wake.
Aye, they'd all gather
round, and they'd offer up prayers
To the
Lord for the soul of their father.
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