Unsigned - My Band's Songs. guitar tab
Ok, so here's the songs my band plays. So far, it's really just
me and my guitar (in the traditional folk artists way), but I
hope to get a bass player (and hopefully a fiddle and tin whistle
player, too). I impersonate Luke Kelly on some songs, which
I'll indicate. Here's my current list of songs:
Whiskey in the Jar (Luke Kelly impression)
[G] As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
[Em] I met with Captain Farrel and his money he was countin'.
[C] I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier
[G] Saying, "Stand and deliver! Oh, I am a bold deciever,".
Chorus:
[G] Musha [D] ring a ma do a ma da (clap four times)
[C] Whack fol the daddy-o (clap twice)
[C] Whack fol the daddy-o!
[C] There's [G] whiskey in the jar!
I counted out his money, it made a pretty penny.
I put it in me pocket and took home to Jenny.
She said and she swore that she never would decieve me,
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy.
Chorus.
I went into me chamber off for to take a slumber.
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled 'em up with water.
Then sent for Captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
Chorus.
'Twas early in the mornin' just before I rose to travel.
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrel.
I first produced me pistol, for she'd stolen away me rapier.
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken.
Chorus.
Now the some take delight in the carriges a-rollin'.
And others take delight in the hurlin' and the bowlin'.
But I take delight in the Juice of the Barley.
And courtin' pretty fair maids in the mornin' bright and early.
Chorus.
And if anyone can aid me 'tis me brother in the army.
If I can find his station in cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in Kilkenny.
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than me own mis-sportin' Jenny.
Chorus twice.
Far Away Boys
E A E B
E A Am E
E A E A
Well I worked on the railroad for two pence a day
E A Am E
Drank down one penny, the other I’d save
E A E A
I hammered and I hammered, for God knows how long
E A Am E
Well into madness with each setting sun
E A E B
I put my head down and I dreamt you were here
E A Am E
With me by the ol’ tree where no one could care
Chorus:
E A E A
Far away boys, far away boys, away from ya now
E A Am E
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart, in her arms I’ll be found
E A E A
Then the sun belched upon me, you were no longer here
E A Am E
Lyin’ in your place was my hammer and my gear
E A E A
So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
E A Am E
The ashes were fallin’ like the snow drops of old
E A E B
We came to a mountain, dynamite and she’ll blow
E A Am E
A big hole in that rock like the one in my soul
(play this solo as shown OR an octave up on the 1st string)
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CHORUS
We buried four workmen; they dug themselves well
From four empty coffins to four early graves
They’re only paddies, just paddies; don’t dig them too deep
You’ll need all your strength, boys, and they’re replaced easily
With the heat I was melting into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back, takes me back from all this
CHORUS
Someone said it was Christmas but not a tree was in sight
The only thing growin’ was my will to die
Till the gaffer said “Men, your work here is done”
I said “I’ll see you in Hell, on that train we died for”
Never again will I smell your sweet dream
But a pissed stained old gutter where your lips used to be
CHORUS
Irish Rover
G C
On the Fourth of July, 1806
G D
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
G C
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
G D G
For the Grand City Hall in New York
G
'Twas a wonderful craft
D
She was rigged fore and aft
G D
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
G
She stood several blasts
C
She had twenty seven masts
G D G
And they called her The Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
And the last of The Irish Rover
Rocky Road to Dublin
Em D Em
While in the merry month of May from my home I started,
D Em D
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted,
Em D Em
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
D Em D
Drank a pint of beer me grief and fears to smother,
Em
Then off to reap the corn,
and leave where I was born,
cut a stout blackthorn
D
to banish ghosts and goblin
Em
In a brand new pair of brogues
I rattled o'er the bogs
and frightened all the dogs
D
On the Rocky road to Dublin,
Ref.
(Bm) D Em
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
A D
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
(Bm) Em D Em
and all the ways to Dublin, whack fol-lol de ra.
Vers2
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
Took a drop o' the pure, to keep me heart from sinking',
that's the Paddy's cure whenever he's on for drinking'.
To see the lassies smile,
laughing' all the while,
At me curious style,
'would set your heart a-bubbling',
They asked if I was hired,
the wages I required,
Till I was almost tired
Of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
and all the ways to Dublin, whack fol-lol de ra.
Vers3.
In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
then I took a stroll, all among the quality,
me bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
Something cross me mind,
then I looked behind,
no bundle could I find
upon me stick a-wobbling',
Enquiring' after the rogue,
they said me Co naught brogue
wasn't much in vogue,
on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
and all the ways to Dublin, whack fol-lol de ra.
Vers4
From there I got away, me spirits never failing',
landed on a quay just as the ship was sailing',
captain at me roared, said no room had he,
when I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
down among the pigs,
I skipped some funny rigs,
I played some hearty jigs,
the water round me bubbling',
when off Holyhead,
I wished me self was dead,
Or, better, far instead,
on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
and all the ways to Dublin, whack fol-lol de ra.
Vers5
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
call me self a fool, I could no longer stand it,
blood began to boil, temper I was losing',
poor old Erin's isle they began abusing',
"Hurrah me soul!", says I,
My shillelagh I let fly,
Some Galway boys were by,
Saw I was a hobbling',
Then with loud hurray,
They joined in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way
For the rocky road to Dublin.
One, Two, Three, Four, Five!
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin, whack fol-lol de raaaa.
Or fingerpick it like this:
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Molly Maguires (Luke Kelly impression)
G D
Chorus: Make way for the Molly Maguires
C G
They're drinkers, they're liars but they're men
G D
Make way for the Molly Maguires
C D G
You'll never see the likes of them again
Em G
Verse 1: Down the mines no sunlight shines
G Em
Those pits they're black as hell
Em G C
In mud and slime they do their time
G D G
It's Paddy's prison cell
Em C G
And they curse the day they travelled far
C D
And drown their tears with a jar
Chorus: So, make way to the Molly Maguires........
Verse 2: Backs will break and muscles ache
Down there, there's no time to dream
Of fields and farms, of womans arms
Just dig that bloody seam
Though they drain their bodies underground
Who'll dare to push them around
Chorus: So, make way to the Molly Maguires........
Chorus: So, make way to the Molly Maguires........
God Save Ireland (Luke Kelly impression)
G C G
Verse 1: High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted
three
D
By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom
G C G
But they met him face to face with the courage of the race
D G
And they went with souls undaunted to their doom
G
Chorus: God Save Ireland, said the heroes
D G D7
God save Ireland, said they all
G C G
Whether on the scaffold high or the battlefield we die
D G
Oh what matters if for Ireland dear we fall
Verse 2: Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly
rose
For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near
Of the millions true and brave o'er the oceans swelling wave
And the friends of holy Ireland ever dear.
Chorus:
Verse 3: Climbed they up the ragged stair, rang their voices
out in prayer
The with England's fatal cord around them cast
Close beside the gallows tree, kissed like brothers lovingly
True to home and faith and freedom to the last
Chorus:
Verse 4: Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away
Oh, the gallant lives thus given for their land
But on the cause must go amid joy or weal or woe
Till we make our land a nation free and grand
Chorus:
Muirsheen Durkin
C GIn the days I went a courtin', CI was never tired resortin'
Gto an ale house or a playhouse, CAnd many's a house besides GBut
I told me brother Seamus, CI'd go off and be right famous, GAnd
I never would return again, CUntil I roamed the worldwide.CHORUS
(chords same as verse)Goodbye, Muirsheen Durkin,
I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig for praties,And no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney,
I'll be off to California
Where instead of digging praties,
I'll be digging lumps of gold
Instrumental - Brief
I've courted girls in Blarney,
in Kanturk and in Killarney
In passage and in Queenstown,
that is the Cove of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure
I'll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you'll hear from me,
will be a letter from New York.
CHORUS
Goodbye to all the girls at home,
I'm going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far Amerikay
There's gold and jewels a-plenty,
For the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again,
I never more will say.
CHORUS
Instrumental and End
Coming soon(I'm too lazy to tab these out now XD):
Danny Boy
Dirty Old Town
Fields of Athenry
Nancy Whiskey (Pogues version)
Wild Rover
Death Valley Queen
Factory Girls
Swagger
Sentimental Johnny
Devil's Dance Floor
The Galway Races
Waxie's Dargle
Molly Malone
Black Velvet Band
Banks of the Roses
Lord of the Dance
Come to the Bower
Finnegan's Wake
Mountain Dew
Fiddler's Green
Selfish Man
Greensleeves
