Chords
John Oreilly

Key: E

Introduction:

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My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields
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In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels
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My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
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And I used my fists for gambling on those wet Kilarny streets
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Well the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard
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Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear lord
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But I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
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Well I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well
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Fair the well fair Dover
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Fair the well your seasons turn
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For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
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Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
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My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
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Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
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And I left them all lyin' half in blood and half in shame
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Well I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
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And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
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Well I said it could be done but only for another two
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And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe
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Fair the well fair dover
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Fair the well your seasons turn
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For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return
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Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
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And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
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Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
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For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way
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They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
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Looking for the double crosser who had turned into a ghost
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But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
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And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day
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Fair the well fair Dover
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Fair the well your seasons turn
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For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return