Cifras
The Rake

Tom: C

Introdução: Am    C    F    C    G    Em    G    Am    C    F    C    G    Am    

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I am a young fellow from the County Tyrone
                  C                            G                              Em                      G  
In the town of Strabane sure I'm very well known
          Am                                                            C                         F  
For down to the alehouse I'm frequently goin'
             C                      G                      Am  
With Kitty and Ginny and Mary
        Am                                                    C  
My father rebuked me for being such a rake
                     Am                         G  
And for spending me money on whiskey and cakes
                     Am                                                                 C                                 F  
But the lassies are sweet and it's all for their sakes
                  C                                 G                            Am  
And it keeps me lighthearted and merry
             Am                            C                              Em                                 G  
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
                  Am                              G                                 Em                            G  
I will court all the lassies or at least I will try
                        Am                                                      C                         F  
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die
             C                    G                      Am  
Agus fagaimid suid mar atá sé
             Am                                                         C                            F  
If I chance for to wander on down to the fair
                     C                              G                            Em                            G  
All the lassies all around me do flock on the square
             Am                                                      C                              F  
I'll pull out me fiddle and play an auld air
          C                                    G                         Am  
And soon we're all off on the spree
                     Am                                                         C  
There's Peggy and Jane from the banks of Loch Nee
                     Am                    G  
There's Kitty and Molly down Dungannon Way
                                  Am                                                                         C                                 F  
And there's another one from Cookstown who makes me head sway
                  C                                 G                      Am  
Such a fuss they all make over me
             Am                            C                              Em                                 G  
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
                  Am                              G                                 Em                            G  
I will court all the lassies or at least I will try
                        Am                                                      C                         F  
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die
             C                    G                      Am  
Agus fagaimid suid mar atá sé
        Am                                                 C                            F  
To quarrel for riches I ne'er was inclined
                     C                            G                            Em                            G  
For the greatest of misers must leave them behind
                Am                                                    C                                 F  
So me money I spend with no thought in me mind
                  C                            G                              Am  
But to kick up our heels and carrouse
                     Am                                                 C  
For the rich never spend any gold of their own
                          Am                 G  
Sure they hold it away like a dog and it's bone
                        Am                                                         C                            F  
But they end on their back among nettles and stones
                C                                         G                         Am  
And I hear there're no pockets in shrouds
             Am                            C                              Em                                 G  
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
                  Am                              G                                 Em                            G  
I will court all the lassies or at least I will try
                        Am                                                      C                         F  
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die
             C                    G                      Am  
Agus fagaimid suid mar atá sé
 Am    C    F      C    G    Em    G)  
          Am                                                            C                              F  
Now some say I'm foolish and some say I'm wise
          C                         G                                 Em                            G  
For loving the women and the whiskey like wives
                     Am                                                    C                            F  
But the son of King David had ten hundred wives
          C                                    G                    Am  
And his wisdom was highly regarded!
                     Am                                                            C  
So I'll call for the lassies and ask them to wed
                          Am                    G  
And we'll all be content in the one marriage bed
                          Am                                                                                    C                         F  
While the rich count their gold we'll count children instead
                          C                                 G                                    Am  
And we'll raise them up true and stout-hearted
             Am                            C                              Em                                 G  
I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
                  Am                              G                                 Em                            G  
I will court all the lassies or at least I will try
                        Am                                                      C                         F  
And I'll never conform 'til the day that I die
             C                    G                      Am  
Agus fagaimid suid mar atá sé
             C                    G                      Am  
Agus fagaimid suid mar atá sé