The Dubliners started off in O'Donoghue's pub in Dublin, Ireland in 1962 under the name of &quot;the Ronnie Drew Folk Group&quot;. Then they were four, Ronnie Drew (vocals and guitar), Luke Kelly (vocals and 5-string banjo), Barney McKenna (tenor banjo, mandolin, melodeon and vocals) and Ciarán Bourke (vocals, guitar, tin whistle and harmonica). In 1963, they played at the Edinburgh festival where they met the head of Transatlantic Records, Nathan Joseph, for whom they started recording.

The Dubliners est un groupe de folk irlandais, parmi les plus anciens encore en activité et parmi les plus populaires.  Le groupe The Dubliners s'est formé en 1962. Son nom vient de ce que ces membres jouaient régulièrement au pub O'Donoghue's pub à Dublin.  Les fondateurs du groupe sont Ronnie Drew, Luke Kelly, Ciaran Bourke et Barney McKenna. Ronnie Drew passe une partie de sa jeunesse en Espagne où il apprend à jouer de la guitare Flamenco et à accompagner ses chansons à la guitare espagnole. 

The Dubliners sind eine der berühmtesten und einflussreichsten Bands der Irish Folk Music.  Biografie  Die Band wurde 1962 im O'Donoghue's Pub in Dublin als <span title="Unknown artist" class="bbcode_unknown">The Ronnie Drew Folk Group</span> gegründet.  Mitglieder der Band waren bzw. sind:  * Ronnie Drew, *16. September 1934, 

Verse 1
 
G                            C                  G   D    
By the lonely prison wall, i heard a young girl cal-ling
G                 C         D
Micheal they have taken you away
G                       C           G                   D
For you stole trevelins corn so the young might see the morn
D                                 G  
A prison ship lies waiting in the bay


Chorus 
G   C   G             Em          
Low Lie The fields of athenry 
G                                  D  
where once we watched the small free birds fly
G                C 
our love was the wing 
G                          D
We had dreams and songs to sing
D                        Dsus4      G
and so lonely  round the fields of athenry


Verse 2

G                            C                 G   D  
By the lonely prison wall, i heard a young man cal-ling
G               C              D
Nothing matters mary when your free
G                          C        G                  D                
against the famine and the crown, i fought they cut me down
D                                  G
now you must  raise our child with dignity

Chorus

Verse 3
G                          C                         G  D
By the lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fa-ll
G                  C                      D
as the prison ship sailed out against the sky
G                         C    G               D 
for she lived to hope and pray for her love in botany bay
                                       G
and it's so lonely round the fields of athenry

Chorus x 2

Fields Of Athenry

Dubliners ? The wild rover

     G                            C
I've been a wild rover for many a year
  G            C        D7          G
I spent all me money on whiskey and beer
    G                                    C
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
    G            C        D7            G
And I never will play the wild rover no more

chorus:
            D7           G                C      
   And it's no nay never, no nay never no more
          G             C         D7        G
   Will I play the wild rover, no never, no more

  G                                   C
I went in to an alehouse I used to frequent
      G            C       D7        G
And I told the landlady me money was spent
  G                                      C
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!"
      G         C             D7       G
"Such custom as yours I could have any day!"

chorus

  G                                    C
I took out of me pocket ten sovereigns bright
        G          C           D7          G
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
    G                                       C
She said: "I have whiskeys and wines on the best!
        G            C             D7      G
And the words that I told you were only in jest!"


chorus

        G                                     C
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
    G           C            D7       G
And ask them to pardon their prodigal son
    G                                     C
And when they've caressed me as oftimes before
  G          C             D7       G
I never will play the wild rover no more.


chorus (x2)

The Wild Rover

On[C] the banks of the roses me[G] love and I
sat[C] down.
And[F] I took out me[C] fiddle to[G] play me love a[C] tune,
In the[F] middle of the[C] tune,she[G] smiled and she[Am] said,
Oh me[C] Johnny Oh me[F]- Johnny dont you [G]leave[C] me.
[2]
When I was a young lad I heard me father say,
That he would rather see me dead,and buried in the clay,
Sooner be married to any run away,
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses.
[3]
Well now I am no run away and sure I'll let them know,
That I can take the bottle or leave it alone,
And if her daddy doesn't like me,he can keep his daughter at home,
And then Johnny will go roving with another.
[4]
And if ever I get married,will be in the month of May,
When the leaves they are Green,and the meadows they are gay,
And me and me true love will sit and sport and play.
By the lovely sweet banks of the roses.

The Banks Of The Roses

Live At The Gaiety

           G                          C
Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast,
   A7           D7
apprentice to trade I was bound
  G                 Em
Many an hours sweet happiness,
         C           D7            G
have I spent in that neat little town
                      C              A7              D7
A sad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stray from the land
 G                            Em           C                             G
Far away from my friends and relations, betrayed by the black velvet band
  G                        C
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
                                D7
I thought her the queen of the land
           G                    Em
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
      C           D7           G
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway
She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans
And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by
Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye
A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand
And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land
Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens
For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand
And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land

Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulder
Tied up with a black velvet band

Black Velvet Band

Maids When You're Young


		   G                                    D
Ver1:	An old man came courting me, hey-ding-a doo-rum
		   G                                  D
	 	 An old man came courting me, me being young
		   G            Am           G           D
		An old man came courting me, all for his wife to be
		G                  C            D          G
		Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man

               G                                       D
Ch: 	For he's got no fal-doo-rum-dah fal-diddle oo-doo
                G                                       D
		He's got no fal-doo-rum-dah fal-diddle-day
                G            Am              G              D
		He's got no fal-doo-rum-dah, lost his ding doo-re-um
                G                  C            D           G
		Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man

                         G                                 D
Ver2:	When this old man comes to bed, hey-ding-a doo-rum
                  G                                     D
		When this old man comes to bed, me being young
                 G                Am            G             D
		When this old man comes to bed, he lays like he was dead
                G                  C            D           G
		Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man


Chorus:
                          G                                 D
Ver3:	When this old man goes to sleep, hey-ding-a doo-rum
                G                                        D
		When this old man goes to sleep, me being young
                G                 Am              G        D
		When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed I do creep
                G            C          D           G
                Into the arms of a handsome young man

Chorus:
                            G                             D
Ver4:	I wish this old man would die, hey-ding-a doo-rum
                 G                                         D
		I wish this old man would die, me being young
                G           Am                  G                   D         
                I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly
                G                 C     D               G
		Girls, for your sake, never wed an old man

Chorus:
                            G                             D
Ver5:	A young man is my delight, hey-ding-a doo-rum
                 G                                         D
		A young man is my delight, me being young
                G           Am                  G                   D
		A young man is my delight, he'll kiss you day and night
                G                 C     D               G
		Maids, when you're young, never wed an old man

Maids When You're Young

The Very Best Of

          C             F            C          Am
   As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
         C            F          C             G
    to view the salt waters and take the salt air,
         F                      C
    I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
                  G            C            G
    'Oh take me away boys, me time is not long'.

CHORUS
        C          G           C
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
    F           C             G
no more on the docks I'll be seen.
      F                           C
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
     G                        G7         C
and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.

        C          F          C               Am
   Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell,
               C         F          C           G
   where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell.
                F                            C
    Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,
                             G              C    G
    and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.
  
CHORUS
                C            F                 C      Am
   Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale,
             C            F              C              G
    and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail.
               F                           C
    Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do,
                         G          C            G
    and the skipper's below making tea for the crew.
  
CHORUS
             C           F              C             Am 
   When you get back on docks and the long trip is through,
           C                   F                 C              G
    there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there, too.
               F                             C
    Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free,
                            G           C          G
    and there's bottles of rum growing from every tree.
  
CHORUS
           C            F          C         Am 
    Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me,
         C            F          C           G
    just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea.
         F                          C
    I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along,
                        G            C         G
    with the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.  

CHORUS

Fiddlers Green

G
Tell me Ma when I go home 
    D7                   G
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
 
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
    D7             G
But that's OK till I go home.
                C
She is handsome she is pretty 
G                   D7
She is the belle of Belfast city
G                C
She's a courting one two three.
G                D              G
Please won't you tell me who is she.

G
Albert Mooney Says he loves her
    D7                    G
All the boys are fighting for her.

The rap at the door and ring the bell
       D7              G
Saying Oh my true love are you well.

G
Out she comes as white as snow
      D7                          G	
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.

Jenny Murray says she'll die
   D7                             G
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye.

G
Tell me Ma when I go home
    D7                   G
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
 
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
    D7             G
But that's OK till I go home.
                C
She is handsome she is pretty
G                   D7
She is the belle of Belfast city
G                C
She's a courting one two three.
G                D              G
Please won't you tell me who is she.

G
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
    D7                     G
And the snow come tumbling from the sky. 

She's as nice as apple pie
    D7                     G
And she'll get her own lad by and by.

G
When she gets a lad of her own
    D7                         G
She won't tell her Ma till she goes home.

But let them all come as they will
     D7                     G
It's Albert Mooney that she loves still.

G
Tell me Ma when I go home 
    D7                   G
The boys won't leave the girls alone.
 
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb
    D7             G
But that's OK till I go home.
                C
She is handsome she is pretty 
G                   D7
She is the belle of Belfast city
G                C
She's a courting one two three.
G                D              G
Please won't you tell me who is she.

Tell Me Ma

Chorus:
[G]Well it's all for me grog, me[C] jolly jolly[G] grog
It's all for me beer and to[D]bacco
For I[G] spent all me tin with the[C] lassies drinking[G] gin
Far across the western[D] ocean I must[D7] wan[G]der 

Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather

Chorus
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn

Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt
And the tail is looking out for better weather

Chorus

I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander

All For Me Grog

I[C] remember the night that[F] he walked[C] in
From the[F] wintry cold and[C] damp
A giant of a man in an[Am] oilskin coat
And a bundle that[F] told he was a[G] tramp
He[C] stood at the bar and he[F] called a[C] pint
Then[F] turned and gazed at the[C] fire
On a night like this to be[Am] safe and warm
Is my[F] one and only de[G]sire
[Chorus]
So[C] here's to those that are[F] dead and[C] gone
The friends that I loved[G] dear
And[C] here's to you the I'll[F] bid you a[C]dieu
Saying'[ Donegal[G] Danny's been[C] here me[Am] boys
[F]Donegal[G] Danny's been[C] here.
[2]
Then in a voice that was hushed and low
He said listen I'll tell you a tale
How a man of the sea became a man of the road
And never more will set sail
I fished out of Howth and Killybegs
Ardglass and Baltimore
But the cruel sea has beaten me
And I'll end me days on the shore
[3]
One faithful night in the wind and rain
We sat sail from Killybegs town
There were five of us from sweet Donegal
And one from County Down
We were fishermen who worked the sea
And never counted the cost
But we never thought when that night was gone
That my fine friends would be lost
[4]
Then the storm it broke and broke our boat
With the rocks about ten miles from shore
As we fought the tide,we hoped inside
To see our homes once more
Then we struck a rock and hold the bow
And all of us knew that she'd go down
So we jumped right into the icy sea
And prayed to God we wouldn't drown
[5]
But the raging sea was rising still
As we struck out for the land
And she fought with all her cruelty
To claim that gallant men
By Saint John's point in the early dawn
I dragged myself on to the shore
And I cursed the sea for what she'd done
And vowed to sail her never more
[6]
Ever since that night I've been on the road
Traveling and trying to forget
That awful night I lost all my friends
I see their faces yet
And often at night when the sea is high
And the rain is tearing at my skin
I hear the cries of drowning men
Floating over the sea
[Use chorus after every verse]

Donegal Danny

Tim[C] Finnegan lived in[Am] Walkin Street, a[F] gentle Irishman[G] mighty odd
He[C] had a brogue both[Am] rich and sweet, an' to[F] rise in the [G]world he carried a[C] hod
You see he'd a sort of a[Am] tipplers way but the[C] love for the[Am] liquor poor Tim was[C] born
To help him on his[Am] way each day, he'd a[F] drop of the[G] craythur every[C] morn
[C]Whack fol the dah now[Am] dance to yer[F] partner around the flure yer[G] trotters shake
[C]Wasn't it the[Am] truth I told you?[F] Lots of fun at [G]Finnegan's[C] Wake
 
One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
 
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
 
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
 
Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Finnegan's Wake

Well[D] who wouldn't be a sailor lad,sailing on the main,
To[A] gain the good will of his[D] captain's good name,
He came[G] ashore one[D] evening for to[A] be,
And that was the beginning of me old true love and[D] me.
[Chorus]
And[D] it's home boys home,home I'd like to be,
[G]Home for a[D] while in me own[A] country,
Where the[D] Oak and the[G] Ash,and the[D] bonny Rowan[A] tree,
Are all growing greener in the old[D] country.
[2]
Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed,
And likewise fora handkerchief to tie around me head,
She tended to me needs like a young maid aught to do,
And then I said to her now would you lep in with me too.
[3]
Well she jumped into bed making no alarm,
Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm,
Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long,
Till she wished the short night,had been seven years long.
[4]
Well early next morning the sailor lad arose,
And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold,
Saying take this me dear for the mischief that ive done,
For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son.
[5]
Well if it be a girl child send her out to nurse,
With gold in her pocket and silver in her purse,
And if it be a boy child,he'll ware the jacket blue,
And go climbing up the riggin like his daddy used to do.

Home Boys Home

[C] Hey, Johnny McGory, tell me,[G] where's your glory[C] gone
I[F] saw you up in the monto with your[C] old leg[G] gone
A[C] dirty Flanders bullets, sure it[F] left you half a[Am] man
[C]Hey, Johnny McGory, where's your[G] old leg[C] gone

[G]Up to Sally gardens,[Am] around the back of the pipes
[G]Messing with the liberty bells a[Am] man could loose his stripes
[C]Tradin' on your troubles and[F] grabbin' every[C] chance
To[C] show the randy  old ones all the[G] things you learned in France

Up to Gloucester diamonds, red Biddy on your mind
Not a tosser in your pocket, not a soul you could remind
The Lord knows you're a darlin', you never did give in
Your neck's as hard as concrete and your laugh's a mortal sin

Monday in the Iveagh, Tuesday in the drags
Wednesday's walking and wounded, Thursday soldier your bags
Friday's heroes on the touch and Saturday's lost again
But the Sunday's good intentions, sure you start the week again

Johnny Mcgory

Well[G] if you got a[Em] wing-o,[G]take her up to[Em] ring-o,
[G]Where the waxies[Em] sing-O[G],all the[Em] day,
If you[G] had your fill of[Em] Porter,and you[G] can't go anyEm] further,
[G]Give our man the[Em] order,[G]back[D] to the[G] quay,
[Chorus]
And[G] take her up to[Em] Monto,[G]Monto,[Em]Monto,
[G]Take her up to[Em] Monto[D] Lan-ge-[G]ru,[D]to[G] you,
[2]
You heard the Duke of Gloucester,the dirty old imposter,
He took the Mot and lost her up in the Furry Glen,
He first put on his bowler,and he buttoned up his trousers,
Then he whistled for his growler,and he said my man,
[3]
You heard the Dublin Fusileers,the dirty old bamboozileers,
They went and got the childer,one,two,three,
Marching from thr linin hall,there's one for every cannonball,
And Vick's going to send them all o're the sea..
[4]
When Carey told on ''Skin The Goat'' O Donnell caught him in the boat,
He wished he'd never been afloat,the dirty skite,
It wasn't very sensible to tell on the Invincibles,
They stood up for their principles,day and night.
[5]
Now when the czar of Russia and the king of prussia,
Landed in the Phoinex in a big balloon,
They asked the polismen to play ''The Wearing Of The Green'',
But the buggers in the depot didn't know the tune.
[6]
Now the Queen she came to call on us,
She wanted to see all of us,
I' glad she didn't fall on us,she's eighyeen stone,
Mister Milord the Mayor say's she,
Is this all you've got to show for me,
Why no mam there's more to see ''Pog Mo Thoin.

Monto

As[G] I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I[C] saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be,
Well I[G] called me wife and said to her,will you[C] kindly tell to me,
Who[G] owns that horse outside the door where[D] my old horse should[G] be,
Ha[G] your drunk,your drunk you silly old fool,still you cannot see,
That's a lovey sow that me[D] mother sent to[G] me,
Well[G] its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But a saddle on a sow I[D] never saw before.
[2]
And as I went home on tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be,
'Ha your drunk you silly old fool,and still you cannot see,
Thats the wollen blanket that me mother sent to me,
'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before.
[3]
And as I came home on a Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a pipe upon the chair,where my old pipe should be,
'Well I called me wife and said to her would you kindle tell to me,
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where my old pipe should be,
'Ha your drunk you silly old fool,and still you cannot see,
Thats a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me,
'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.
[4]
And as I went home on a Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be,
'Ha your drunk you sill old fool still you cannot see,
Thats two lovely geranium pots me mother gave to me,
'Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But laces on a geranium pot sure I never saw before,
[5]
And as I went home on a Friday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be,
'Ha your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see,
Thats a baby boy that me mother sent to me,
Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But a baby boy with whiskers sure I never saw before. 
[6]
As I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them hands upon you breasts where my old hands should be,
Ah your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see,
Thats a lovely night gown me mother sent to me,
Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But fingers on a night gownh I never saw before.
[7]
As I went home on a Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a thing in her thing where ny old thing should be,
Well I called me wife and said to her will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be,
'Ah your drunk you silly old fool and still you cannot see,
Thats a lovely tin whistle me mother sent to me,
Well its many a day I travelled,a hundred miles or more,
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

Seven Drunken Nights

Make[C] way for the[G] Molly Maguires,thet're [F]drinkers,they're[G] liars but they're[C] men,
Make[C] way for the[G] Molly Maguires,you'll[F] never see the[G] likes of them[C] again.
[Am]Down the mine no[Em] sunlight shines,thoes[C] pits are black as[Am] hell,
In[C] mud and slime they[F] do thier time,it's[G] Paddy's prison[C] cell.
And they[F] coursed the day they[C] sailed away,and [F]drowned their tears with a[G] jar.
[2]
Backs will break and muscles ache,
Down there theres no time to dream,
Of fields and farms and wimans arms,
Just dig that bloody seam,
Though they break their bodies underground,
None dare to push them around.

The Molly Maguires

# Chorus: 
G             D                G
Dance Dance wherever you may be
Em                  D
I am the lord of the dance said he 
    G              Em
I'll lead you all wherever you may be
    D                     G
I'll lead you all in the dance said he 

G                               D          Em
I danced in the morning when the world was begun
D                              C             D
I danced in the moon, and the stars, and the sun 
G                              D           Em
I came down from Heaven and I danced on the Earth 
   D           G
At Bethlahem I had my birth 

# Repeat for other Verses

I danced on the sabbath and I cured the lame 
The holy people said it was a shame 
They ripped they stripped they hung me high 
Left me there on the hill to die

I danced on a friday when the world turned black 
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back 
They buried my body they thought I was gone 
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on 

They cut me down and they left up high 
I am the life that will never ever die 
I live in you if you live in me 
I am the Lord of the dance, said he

Lord Of The Dance

C
I met my love by the gas works wall
          F                  C
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
            C
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
          G7
Dirty old town
          Am     
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Dirty Old Town

Definitive Pub Songs Collection

Dm   (C)       Dm
In the merry month of May from my home I started,
Dm      (C)       Dm   C
Left the girls of Tuam-nearly broken-hearted,
   Dm   (C)    Dm
Saluted Father dear, kissed my darlin' Mother,
Dm     (C)      Dm      C
Drank a pint of beer my grief and tears to smother,
     Dm              C         Dm                C
Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,
  Dm               C        C
I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin,
     Dm               C         Dm               C
In a brand-new pair of brogues I rattled o'er the bogs,
    Dm                 C    C
And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
(A)       (C)         (Dm)
 One, two, three, four five

     Chorus:
     Dm
     hunt the hare and turn her, Down the rocky road
         C                       Am        C      Dm
     and all the ways to Dublin, Whack fol-lol-de-ra.

   Dm   (C)       Dm
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Dm     (C)    Dm         C
Started by daylight next morning light and airy,
Dm    (C)          Dm
Took a drop of the pure, to keep my heart from sinking,
Dm       (C)      Dm          C
That's an Paddy?d cure, whene'er he's on for drinking,
   Dm             C      Dm               C
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while,
Dm            C              C
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a-bubbling,
     Dm            C          Dm        C
They ax'd if I was hired, the wages I required,
     Dm           C     C
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
(A)       (C)         (Dm)
 One, two, three, four five

     Chorus

   Dm    (C)     Dm
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
   Dm   (C)     Dm       C
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city,
Dm    (C)     Dm
Then I took a stroll out among the quality,
   Dm    (C)     Dm    C
My bundle it was stole in a neat locality;
Dm                   C     Dm              C
Something crossed me mind, then I looked behind,
  Dm               C     C
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
  Dm              C           Dm                C
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue,
Dm             C     C
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
(A)       (C)         (Dm)
 One, two, three, four five

     Chorus

     Dm     (C)   Dm
From there I got away me spirits never failing,
Dm    (C)     Dm   C
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing,
Dm     (C)    Dm
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he,
Dm    (C)      Dm       C
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
Dm             C       Dm                C
Down among the pigs, I played some funny rigs,
Dm                 C         C
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin',
     Dm         C      Dm                C
When off to Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
   Dm            C      C
Or better far, instead, on the rocky road to Dublin.
(A)       (C)         (Dm)
 One, two, three, four five

     Chorus

    Dm     (C)   Dm
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Dm      (C)     Dm      C
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
   Dm     (C)     Dm
Me blood began to boil, temper I was losin',
Dm      (C)     Dm   C
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusin',
    Dm                C       Dm            C
"Hurrah my soul!" says I, let my shillelagh fly,
     Dm               C   C
Some Galway boys came by, saw I was a hobblein?,
     Dm             C         Dm              C
Then with a loud Hurray, they joined in the affray,
   Dm                  C    C
We quickly cleared the way, for the rocky road to Dublin.
(A)       (C)         (Dm)
 One, two, three, four five

     Chorus

Rocky Road To Dublin

Originals

G         D         C      G
In my memory I will always see
    C         G               D
The town that I have loved so well
          G             D           C       G
Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall
       C                   G     D   G
And we laughed through the smoke and smell.
      Em          D            C           D
Going home in the rain running up the dark lane
         C        Am7             D
Past the jail and down beside the fountain
           G     D          C         G
Those were happy days in so many many ways
       C      G     D  G
In the town I loved so well.


In the early morn the shirt factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole played a mothers role
Fed the children and then walked the dog
And when times got rough, there was just about enough
But they saw it through without complaining
For deep inside was a burning pride
for the town I loved so well.


There was music there in the Derry air
Like a language that we could all understand
I remember the day when I earned my first pay
as I played in a small pickup band
There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth
I was sad to leave it all behind me
For I'd learned about life and I'd found a wife
In the town I loved so well.


But when I returned how my eyes were burned
To see how a town could be brought to it's knees
By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars
And the gas that hangs on to every breeze
Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall
And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher
With their tanks and guns
Oh my God, what have they done
To the town I loved so well.


Now the music's gone but they carry on
For their spirit's been bruised, never broken
Oh, they'll not forget still their hearts are set
On tomorrow and peace once again
Now what's done is done and what's won is won
And what's lost is lost and gone forever
I can only pray for a bright brand new day
In the town I loved so well.

The Town I Loved So Well

CHORUS
C             F  C  Am               F
Ring a ring a rosy, as the light declines,
      C              F     C      G        C
I'll remember Dublin City, in the rare old times.

C                   F   C    Am           F
Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown,
    C                 F   C        G               G7
the passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town,
    C                  F   C       Am                   F
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes,
     C               F    C      G7       C
that once was Dublin City in the rare old times.

CHORUS

My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be,
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be,
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy,
Like my house that fell to progress, my trades a memory.

And I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please,
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties,
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal,
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul.

CHORUS

The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims my brain,
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the sane.
The Pillar and the Met. have gone, the Royal long since pulled down,
As the grey unyielding concrete makes a city of my town.

CHORUS

Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages that spring up along the Quay,
My mind's too full of memories, to old to hear new chimes,
I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare old times.

CHORUS X2

Rare Old Times

Take[D] it down from the mast, Irish [Bm]traitors,
The [G]flag we Re[A]publicans[D] claim.
It can never belong to Free [A]Staters.
You [G]brought on it [A]nothing but [D]shame.

Then leave it to those who are willin'
To uphold it in war or in peace.
The men who intended to kill it,
Until England's tyranny cease.

You've taken our brave Liam and Rory,
You've murdered young Richard and Joe.
Your hands with their blood are still gory,
From fillin' the work of the foe.

For we stand with Enright and Larkin,
With Daley and Sullivan the bold.
We'll break down the English connection,
And bring back the nation you sold.

Take it down from the mast, Irish traitors,
The flag we Republicans claim.
It can never belong to Free Staters,
You brought on in nothing but shame

Take It Down From The Mast

The Dubliners

A D A  D A E  A D A  D E A

    A                       D    A
Oh, I wish I had someone to love me
                              E
Yes, someone to call me their own
      A                     D    A
Oh, I wish I had someone to live with
          D        E           A
Cause I'm tired of living all alone

       A                      D   A
Please meet me tonight in the moonlight
                            E
Please meet me tonight all alone
    A                     D    A
For I have a sad story to tell you
       D            E          A
It's a story that's never been told

        A                         D  A
I'll be carried to the new jail tomorrow
                             E
Leaving my poor ol' darling alone
         A                     D     A
With the cold prison bars all around me
       D         E         A
And my head on a pillow of stone

       A                            D  A
Now, I have a grand ship out on the ocean
                            E
All mounted with silver and gold
      A                          D  A
And before my poor darling would suffer
     D             E            A
That ship would be anchored and sold

     A                        D  A
Now, if I had the wings of an angel
                                E
Over these prison walls I would fly
        A                          D  A
And I'd fly to the arms of my poor darling
    D            E          A
And there I'd be willing to die

    A                       D    A
Oh, I wish I had someone to love me
                              E
Yes, someone to call me their own
      A                     D    A
Oh, I wish I had someone to live with
          D        E           A
Cause I'm tired of living all alone

I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me

G                               C      G       Am        D
          As I came down thru Dublin city at the hour of twelve at night
          G                                  Am          G       Am
          Who   should  I  see  but  Spanish  Lady,  Washing  her  feet  by
          candlelight
          Em                    A                   Em             A
          First she  washed them then she  dried them over a  fire of amber
               coals
             G             C               D7      G      C        D7
          In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so sweet about the soul

                    G
          CHORUS:   Whack for the toora loora laddy
                    C             G     C     D
                    Whack for the toora loora lay
                    G
                    Whack for the toora loora laddy
                    C             G     C     D
                    Whack for the torra loora lay


          As I came back thru Dublin city at the hour of half past eight
          Who should I see but the  Spanish lady brushing her hair in broad
               daylight
          First she tossed  it then she combed  it on her lap  was a silver
          comb
          In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam


          CHO:


          As I came back thru Dublin city as the sun began to set
          Who should I see but the Spanish lady catching a moth in a golden
               net
          When see saw me then  she fled me lifting her pettycoat  over her
               knee
          In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady


          CHO:


          I've wandered north  and I've wandered south  throu stormy batter
          and  Patricks Close
          Up and  around the  by the  Glouster Diamond and  back by  Napper
               Tandy's house
          Old age has laid her hand on me cold as a fire of ashy coals
          In  all my life  I ne'er did see  a maid so  sweet as the Spanish
          Lady

Spanish Lady

50 Years

Night visiting song 

By The Dubliners

 

         G        C    G                D G

1. I must away now; I can no longer tarry,

                    C    G                D

    this morning's tempest, I have to cross.

            G       - G7               C    G

    I must be guided        without a stumble,

             C-G      D         G

    into the arms I love the most.

 

          G        C  G                   D G

2. And when he came to his true love's dwelling,

                  C   G          D

    he knelt down gently, upon a stone.

                      G       - G7               C  G

    And through her window,      he's whispered lowly,

             C-G       D       G

    is my true love within at home?

 

       G            C    G                      D G

3. Wake up, wake up, love, it is thine own true lover,

                   C    G             D

    wake up, wake up, love, and let me in

               G          - G7           C   G

    For I am tired, love,        and oh so weary,

               C-G        D          G

    and more than near drenched to the skin.


            G        C G                D G

4. She's raised her u..p her down soft pillow,

                      C-G                    D

    she's raised her u...p and she's let him in.

                    G     - G7                  C  G

    And they were locked in         eachother's arms,

                C     G        D         G

    until that long night was past and gone.

 

 

    G             C     G                   D G

5. And when that long night was past and over,

                   C     G               D

    and when the small clouds began to grow,

                  G            - G7               C   G

    he's taken her hand and        hey kissed and parted,

                        C   G        D        G

    then he saddled and mounted and away did go.

 

6.= repeat verse 1

Night Visiting Song

20 Original Greatest Hits

Cm
When I was young, I used to be,
   Bb
As fine a man as ever you'd see, 
         Cm
'til the Prince of Wales, he said to me, 
         Fm               Cm
Come and join the British army. 

(it's the same through out the rest of the song.) 

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo, 
They're lookin' for monkeys up in the zoo, 
And since when have I had a face like you? 
I'd join the British army. 

Sarah Comden baked a cake, 
It's all for poor old Slattery's sake, 
She threw meself into the lake, 
Pretendin' I was balmy. 

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo, 
I've made me mind up what to do, 
Now I'll work me ticket home to you, 
And *pfft* the British army. 

Sergeant Heeley went away, 
And his wife got in the family way, 
And the only words that she could say, 
Was blame the British army. 

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo, 
Me curse upon the Labour blue, 
That took me darlin' boy from me, 
To join the British army. 

Corporal Sheen's a turn o' the 'bout, 
Just give him a couple o' jars o' stout, 
He'll bake the enemy with his mouth, 
And save the British army. 

Too-ra loo-ra loo-ra loo, 
I've made me mind up what to do, 
Now I'll work me ticket home to you, 
And *Fuck* the British army.

Come And Join The British Army

Original Dubliners

Am                        C           F
One evening of late as I happened to stray
        C                   G
To the county Tipperary I straight took my way
    Am                   C           F
To dig for patatoes and work by the day
       C             G       Am
For a farmer called Darby O'Leary

Am                           C
I asked him how far we were bound for to go
     F                      C             G
The night being dark and a cold wind did blow
       Am                      C            F
I was hungry and tired and me spirits were low
       C           G           Am
For I got neither whiskey nor water

The dirty old miser he mounted his steed
To the Gull Belly Mountains he rode in great speed
I followed behind til my poor feet did bleed
And we stopped when his old horse was weary

When we came to his cottage I entered it first
It looked like a kennel or ruined old church
And I says to meself I am left in the lurch
In the house of old Darby O'Leary

I well recollect it was Michael mess night
To a hearty good supper he did me invite
A cup of sour milk that was more green then white
And it gave me a threatening disorder

The wet old patatoes would poison the cats
And the barn where me bed stood was sworn with rats
And the flees would have frightened the fearless Saint Pat
Who banished the snakes over the border

He worked me by day and he worked me by night
While he held an old candle to give me some light
I wished his patatoes would die of the blight
And himself would go off with the fairies

't Was on this old miser I looked with a frown
When the straw was brought in for to make me shake down
And I wished that I'd never seen him nor his town
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary

I worked in Kilconnal, I've worked in Kilmore
I've worked in Knockannie and Shanbalamore
And Pallas and Nigger and Salahatmore
With farmers so decent and cheery

I've worked in Tipperary, the rag in Rossgren
At the mount of Kilfacel, the bridge of Aleen
Such woefull starvation I never yet seen
As I got from old Darby O'Leary

Darby O'leary

At It Again! [2012 - Remaster] 

Em                             G                D
Good evening all my jolly lads, I'm glad to find you well,
           Em                            D
If you'll gather all around me now the story I will tell,
          Em                    G            D
For I've got a situation and begorrah and begob,
        Em                    D       Em
I can whisper all the weekly wage of nineteen bob.
       G                                 G
'Tis twelve months come October since I left me native home,
       Em                             D
After helping the Killarney boys to bring the harvest down.
     Em                          G                D
But now I wear the geansai and around me waist a belt.
         Em                       D         Em
I'm the gaffer of the squad that makes the hot asphalt.

CHORUS:
              G                           G
    Well, we laid it in a hollows and we laid it in the flat.
               Em                           D
    And if it doesn't last forever sure I swear I'll eat me hat,
                Em                                 G            D
    Well, I've wandered up and down the world and sure I never felt
         Em                     D      Em
    any surface that was equal to the hot asphalt.

# (Follow the same chord pattern...)

The other night a copper comes and he says to me: "McGuire,
Would you kindly let me light me pipe down at your boiler fire?"
And he planks himself right down in front, with hobnails up, till late,
And says I: "Me decent man, you'd better go and find your bate!"
He ups and yells, "I'm down on you I'm up to all yer pranks,
Don't I know you for a traitor from the Tipperary ranks?"
Boys I hit straight from the shoulder and I gave him such a belt
That I knocked him into the boiler full of hot asphalt.

(CHORUS)

We quickly dragged him out again and we threw him in the tub,
And with soap and warm water we began to rub and scrub,
But devil the thing, it hardened and it turned him hard as stone
And with every other rub sure you could hear the copper groan.
"I'm thinking", says O'Reilly, "that he's lookin' like Ould Nick,
And burn me if I am not inclined to claim him with me pick."
"Now", says I, "it would be 'asier to boil him till he melts,
and to stir him nice and 'asy in the hot asphalt."

(CHORUS)

You may talk about yer sailorlads, ballad singers and the rest,
Your shoemakers and your tailors but we please the ladies best.
The only ones who know the way their flinty hearts to melt
are the lads around the boiler making hot asphalt.
With rubbing and with scrubbing sure I caught me death of cold,
and for scientific purposes me body it was sold,
In the Kelvingrove museum me boys, I'm hangin' in me pelt,
As a monument to the Irish mixing hot asphalt!

(CHORUS)

Hot Asphalt

Finnegan Wakes 

C                                   F              C
Verse 1:   Oh See the host of fleet foot men who sped with faces wan.
                                    F      C     Am       Dm       G7
           From farmstedt and from fishers cot along the banks of Bann.
                C         Em       F        C          Am        Dm       G7 
           They come with vengence in their eyes, too late, too late are they,
                      C                                Am        F      C
           For young Roddy McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Verse 2:   When the last stepped up the stret, his shining pike in hand.
           Behind him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band.
           For Antrim town, for Antrim town, he led them to the fray,
           And young Roddy McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Verse 3:   Up the narrows streets he steps, smiling proud and young.
           About the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung.
         There was never a tear in his blue eyes, both sad and bright are they,
            For young Roddy McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Roddy Mccorley

Let[D] the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy[G] way,
But[D] give me enough of the[G] rare old stuff that's [D]made near[A] Galway[D] Bay
Come[D] 'goughers all from Donegal , Sligo and Leitrim[G] too
We'll[D] give them the slip and we'll[G] take a sip of the [G]rare old[A] mountain[D] dew
 
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can tell right well that there's poitin boys close by
For it fills the air with perfume rare and betwixt both you and me
As home we roll , we can drink a bowl , or a bucket full of mountain dew
 
Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green , distilled from wheat and rye
Away with your pills It'll cure all ills be you pagan Christian or Jew
So take of your coat and grease your throat with a bucket full of mountain dew

Rare Old Mountain Dew

The Dubliners 

It[G] is lonely away from your[Am] kindred and all,
In the[D] bushland at night when the warrigals[G] call;
It[G] is sad by the sea where the wild[Am] breakers boom,
Or to[D] look on a grave and contemplate[G] doom;
But[G] there's nothing on earth half as[Am] lonely and drear,
As to[D] stand in the bar of a[Am] pub without[G] beer.

Madam with her needles sits still by the door,
The boss smokes in silence - he is joking no more;
There's a faraway look on the face of the hum,
While the barmaid glares down at the paint of her thumb.

Once it stood by the wayside, all stately and proud,
'Twas a home to the loafers - a joy to the crowd;
Now all silent the roof-tree that oftentimes rang,
When the navvies were paid and the cane-cutters sang;
Some are sleeping their last in the land far from here,
And I feel all alone in a pub without beer.

They can hang to their coupons for sugar and tea,
And the shortage of sandshoes does not worry me;
And though benzine and razors be both frozen stiff,
What is wrong with the horse and the old-fashioned ziff?
'Mid the worries of war there's but one thing I fear,
'Tis to stand in the bar of a pub without beer.

Oh, you brew of brown barley, what charm is thine?
'Neath thy spell men grow happy and cease to repine;
The cowards become brave and the weak become strong,
The dour and the grumpy burst forth into song;
If there's aught to resemble high heaven down here,
'Tis the place of joy where they ladle out beer.

A Pub With No Beer

Intro: C-G-D-D7
 
I (G)loved the ground she (C)walked u(Bm)pon
And the (C)air she (D)would softly (G)breathe(D)
The (G)feather touch of her (C)gentle (Bm)lips
That (C)only a (D)fool would (G)leave.(G*)(G)
That (C)only a (D)fool would (G)leave
But we (C)tasted for (C*)bed and (D)wine(D7)
Though I (G)loved the ground she (C)walked u(Bm)pon
I could (C)never have (D)made her (G)mine.(G*)(G)
 
The (G)swallows fly all (C)along the (Bm)canal
And I (C)watch with a (D)heavy (G)heart(D)
In (G)dizzy spins they (C)dive and (Bm)twirl
Touch (C)wings and (D)then de(G)part.(G*)(G)
Touch (C)wings and (D)then de(G)part
As the (C)summer (C*)fades a(D)way(D7)
Though I (G)loved the ground she (C)walked u(Bm)pon
I (C)knew that I (D)could not (G)stay.(G*)(G)
 
Repeat Intro
 
The (G)swallow is a (C)summer?s (Bm)child
And she (C)flies be(D)fore the (G)cold(D)
Though I (G)loved the ground she (C)walked u(Bm)pon
She (C)was not (D)mine to (G)hold.(G*)(G)
She (C)was not (D)mine to (G)hold
But it was (C)easy (C*)to pre(D)tend(D7)
Though I (G)loved the ground she (C)walked u(Bm)pon
A (C)summer (D)has to (G)end.
 
G-G-C-Bm
...A (C)summer (D)has to (G)end.
G-C-G-D7-G

I Loved The Ground She Walked Upon

25 Years Celebration

What's[C] the news what's the[Am] news Oh me[C] bold Shelma[F]lier
With your[C] long barrelled[G7] gun from the[C] sea
Say what wind from the[Am] south brings his[C] messinger[F] here
With a[C] hymm of the[G7] dawn for the[C] free
''Goodly[F] news ''goodly news do I[C] bring youth of forth
Goodly[F] news shall you hear bargy[G7] man
For the[C] boys march at[Am] morn from the[C] south to the[F] north
Led by[C] Kelly the[G7] boy from[C] Killane
 
Tell me who is that giant with the gold curly hair
He who rides at the head of the band
Seven feet is his height with some inches to spare
And he lookes like a king in command
''Ah me boys that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers
Among our greatest of heroes a man
Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
For John Kelly the boy from Killane
 
Enniscorthy's in flames and old wexford is won
And the Barrow tomorrow we will cross
On a hill ore that town we have planted a gun
That will batter the gateway at Ross
All the forth men and bargy men march o'er the heath
With brave Harvey to lead on the van
But the formost of all in that grim gap of death
Will be Kell the boy from Killane
 
But the gold sun of freedom grew darkened at Ross
And is set by the Slaney's red waves
And poor Wexford stripped naked hung high on a cross
And her heart pierced by traitors and slaves
'Glory Oh 'Glory Oh to her brave sons who died
For the cause of long downtrodden land
Glory oh to mount Leinster's own darling and pride dauntless Kelly the boy from Killane

Kelly The Boy From Killane

Live at Montreux

As[A] down the glen came Mc[D]Alpines men
With their[A] shovels[E] slung be[A]hind them
'Twas[A] in a pub that they[D] drank[E] their[D] sub
And out in the[A] spike you'll[D] find them
They[A] sweeted blood and they[D] washed[E] down [D]mud
With pints and[A] quarts of[D] beer
And[A] now we're on the[D] road again 
With Mc[D]Alpines[E] Fusi[A]lers
 
I stripped to the skin with the darkie Finn
Way down upon the Isle Of Grain
With horse face Toole we knew the rule
No money if you stop for rain
McAlpines God was a well filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and seared
And woe to he went to look for tea
With McAlpines Fusilers
 
I remember the day when the Bear O' Shea
Fell into a concrete stairs
What horse face said when he saw him dead
It wasn't what the rich called prayers
I'm a navvy short was the one retort 
That reached onto my ears
When the going gets rough then you must be tough
With McAlpines Fusilers
 
I've worked till the sweat nearly had me bet
With Russian Czech and Pole
On shuddering jams up in the hydro dams
Or underneath the Thames in a hole
I grafted hard and I got me cards
And many a gangers fist across me ears
If you pride your life dont join by cripes
With McAlpines Fusilers

Mcalpines Fusiliers

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The Foggy Due

With All Due Respect - The Irish Sessions

Tá (D)Peig agom, tá Cáit agom, ach Peig an bean is (A)fearr
(D)'Cbe faer Gheabhfas (G)í nach (D)air a (A)bhfeás ant(D)tadh
 
Curfá
(D)Ó ghuairm guairim í 's guairim í go (A)deo
Sí (D)grá mo chroí mo bhurnín (G)í sí (D)Peigín (A)Leitir(D)mór
 
Tá (D)iscaraigh na h'iarrthartha in greim an Ghotán (A)mhoie
(D)Agus scríothim aisteach is (G)gheobhfam (D)leath-(A)bhód (D)sheoil
 
Curfá
 
Tá (D)iascaraigh na Gaillimhe ag theacht anall le (A)chóir
Is (D)solas geallaigh gilte (G)bí go (D)liga(A)dis a (D)shaoil
 
Curfá
 
(D)Éirigh suas a Pheggy agus sheas ar bharr an (A)árd
Chói(D)righ do chuid buillán (G)agus (D)féach an (A)bhfuil síad (D)ann
 
Curfá

Peggy Lettermore

In Concert 

See[C] the child with the golden hair but[Dm] eyes that show the emptyness inside
Do[G] we know can we understand just[C] how he feels or[G] have we really[C] tried
See[C] him now as he stands alone and[Dm] watches children play a childre's game
Simple[G] child he looks almost like the[C] others yet they[G] know he's not the[C] same
 
Scorn not his sim[Fm]plicity but[C] rather try to love him all the more,,[Am],,
Scorn not his sim[Fm]plicity oh[G] no,oh[C] no.
 
See him stare not recognizing that kind face that only yesterday he loved
The loving face of a mother who cant understand what she's guilty of
How she cried tears of happyness the day the doctor told her its a boy
Now she cries tears of helplessness and thinks of all the things he wont enjoy
 
Scorn not his simplicity but rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity oh no,oh no.
 
Only he knows how to face the future hopelessly sournded by dispair.
He wont ask for your pity or your sympaty but surly you should care.
 
Scorn[C] not his sim[Fm]plicity but[C] rather try to love him all the more,,[Am]
Scorn not his sim[Fm]plicity oh[G] no,oh[G7] no,oh[C] no

Scorn Not His Simplicity

18 Original Greatest Hits Volume Three

[D]Walking[A] all the[D] day
By[G] tall towers where falcons build their[D] nests
In silver wings they[A] fly,  they[G] know the call for freedom in their[D] breasts,
[G] saw Black Head against the[D] sky
With twisted rocks that run down to the[A] sea
[G]Living on your Western[D] shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for[A] more,
I[D] stood by your[G] Atlantic[D] Sea,
And sang a song for[A] Ire[D]land

Drinking all the day,
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,
Saw one take the bow,
To play a reel that was so grand and gay,
I stood on Dingle Beach and cast,
In the wild foam for the Atlantic bass,
When living on your Western shore,
Saw the summer sunset, I asked form more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Laughing all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
And singing songs to pass the night away,
We watched the Galway salmon run,
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,
When living on your Western shore,
Saw the summer sunset, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night,
I saw a land where no man had to fight,
And waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light,
Lying where the falcons fly,
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,
Living on your western shore,
Saw the summer sunset, I asked no more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Song For Ireland

20 Greatest Hits

Fare[C] thee well, my[G7] lovely[C] Dinah, a thousand [G7]times a[C]dieu.
We are bound[G] away from the[F] Holy Ground and the [C]girls we love so[G7] true.
We'll[C] sail the[G7] salt seas[C] over and we'll re[G7]turn once[F] more,
[G]And[F] still I live in[C] hope to see the Holy[G7] Ground once[C] more.
(Shouted) Fine girl you are!
(Sung)[C] You're the girl that[G7] I a[F]dore,,,[G]
And [F]still I live[C] in[F] hope [C]to see the Holy[G7] Ground once [C]more.

Now when we're out a-sailing and you are far behind
Fine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, my girl, you're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.

Oh now the storm is raging and we are far from shore;
The poor old ship she's sinking fast and the riggings they are tore.
The night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon,
But still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
It's now the storm is over and we are safe on shore
We'll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adore.
We'll drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the taproom roar,
And when our money is all spent we'll go to sea once more.

The Holy Ground

C             Am             Dm           G7
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
    C          Am            Dm      G
I first set my eyes on sweet Molloy Malone
    C              Am              Dm                G7
She wheeled a wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow
       C           Am          
Crying cockles and mussels
  Dm    G    C
Alive, Alive O


Chorus:
  C          Am
Alive, alive O
  Dm         G7
Alive, alive O
       C           Am          
Crying cockles and mussels, 
  Dm    G    C
Alive, alive O



She was a fishmonger, and sure twas no wonder
For so were her Father and Mother before
And they all wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels, Alive, alive O


She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow, through streets broad and narrow
Crying Cockles and Mussels, alive, alive O


Chorus X 2

Molly Malone

The Best Of The Dubliners

C                    Am
As I was going over the far fam'd Kerry Mountains,
  F                                C            G
I met with Captain Farrel, and his money he was countin',
  C                               Am
I first produced my pistol, and I than produced my rapier,
         F                         C
Sayin': "Stand and deliver for you are a bold deceiver". 

Chorus:
      G
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da,
C
Whack for the daddy ol',
F
Whack for the daddy ol',
        C       G      C
There's whiskey in the jar. 

(C)I counted out his money (Am)and it made a pretty penny,
I (F)put it in my pocket, and I (C)took it home to (G)Jenny,
She (C)sighed, and she swore that (Am)she never would deceive me,
But the (F)devil take the women for they(C) never can be easy.

Chorus

(C)I went into my chamber (Am) all for to take a slumber,
I(F) dreamt of gold and jewels (C) and for sure it was (C)no wonder,
But (C)Jenny drew my charges and (Am)she filled them out with water,
Then sent(F) for Captain Farrel, to be (C)ready for the slaughter.

Chorus

(C)'Twas early in the morning (Am)just before I rose to travel,
Up (F)comes a band of footmen (C)and likewise, (G)Captain Farrel,
I (C)first produced my pistol (Am)for she stole away my rapier,
But I (F)couldn't shoot the water, so a (C)prisoner I was taken.

Chorus

(C)Now there's some take (Am)delight in the carriages a rolling
and (F)others take delight in(C) the hurling and (G)the bowling
but (C)I take delight in the (Am)juice of (G)the barley
and (F)courting pretty fair maids in the(C) morning bright and early

Chorus

(C)If anyone can aid me(Am) 'tis my brother in the army,
If I (F)can find his (C)station, in Cork or (G)in Killarney,
And (C)if he'll go with me (Am)we'll go roving (G)in Kilkenny,
And (F)I'm sure he'll treat me better (C)than my old a-sporting Jenny.

Chorus

Whiskey In The Jar

Intro: C D C D (x2)


C D
Si es que no puedes hablar
C D
no te atrevas a volver
C D
si te quieres ocultar
C D
tal vez te podria ver
Em D C G C
y el amor que no sabe a quien y que
G C
hablará si tu verdad
Em F
te abrazara otra vez

Em C
Habla si puedes
G C
grita que sientes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G C
y te hace feliz

C D


C D
Si no puedes escuchar
C D
aunque insistas hablaré
C D
si lo quieres mírame
C D
y tus ojos hablaran tal vez
Em D C G C
sentiras el amor e iras tras el
G C
hablaras si tu verdad
Em F
te abrazará otra vez

Em C
Habla si puedes
G C
grita que sientes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G D
y te hace feliz
Em C
habla si puedes
G C
grita si temes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G D
y te hace feliz


Em G C G
.(CUERDAS)... abrazaméeeeeeeee..
C Em F
quiero despertarme y entender

Em C
habla si puedes
G C
grita si temes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G D
y que haces aquì
Em C
habla si puedes
G C
grita que sientes
Em C
dime a quien quieres
G C
y te hace feliz
G C
y te hace feliz

C D
(fin)

Habla si puedes

C                     G
Se a vida as vezes dá uns dias de segundos cinzas
           Am           F
E o tempo tic taca devagar
         Dm                   Am
Ponha o teu melhor vestido, brilha teu sorriso
      F              C
Vem pra cá, vem pra cá

                                     G
Se a vida muitas vezes só chuvisca, só garôa
        Am               F
E tudo não parece funcionar
         Dm                  Am
Deixe esse problema a toa, pra ficar na boa
      C
Vem pra cá

Refrão:
            Am              F
Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita
          C           G
A maré é boa de provar
            Am                 F
Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila
                  C          E7
E o meu corpo dança sem parar
            F                  C                 G
Do lado de cá, tem música, amigos e alguém para amar
            C G Am F
Do lado de cá
            C G Am F
Do lado de cá

refrão:
           Am            F
Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita
          C           G
A maré é boa de provar
            Am                 F
Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila
                  C          E7
E o meu corpo dança sem parar
            F                 C                 G
Do lado de cá, tem música, amigos e alguém para amar
            Am
Do lado de cá

             Am7M            Am7
A vida é agora, vê se não demora
  Dm            E7
Pra recomeçar
Am           Am7M          Am7
É so ter vontade de felicidade
  Dm     G
Pra pular

Refrão:
            Am              F
Do lado de cá, a vista é bonita
          C        G
A maré é boa de provar
            Am                 F
Do lado de cá, eu vivo tranquila
                  C         E7
E o meu corpo dança sem parar
              F                C                  G
Do lado de cá, tem música, amigos e alguém para amar
            C G Am F
Do lado de cá
            C G Am F
Do lado de cá
            ( C G Am F ) (2x)
Do lado de cá

Do Lado De Cá

LA RE
Jo et duré a casa si fa mal temps
MI FA#m
Jo t’empararé si un cas tens por
SIm MI
Jo te cuidaré si estàs malalta
RE LA
De tot cor, de tot cor
RE REm LA
De tot cor

MI RE DO#m-SIm-LA

FA#m DO#m
Estic a punt d’anar-me’n
RE LA RE
Mes abans de partir et diré
REm LA
Que et duc dins es pensament

FA#m DO#m
No deix de recordar-te
RE LA RE
I alen els teus alens tot calents
REm SIm MI
De lluny i de prop me tens


Jo et duré...

FA#m DO#m
I a dalt de s’escenari
RE LA RE
Quan estic concentrat cantant
REm MI
Jo sempre te tenc present

FA#m DO#m
Perquè m’ets necessari
RE LA
Com s’aire que respir
RE REm SIm MI
Necessit estar amb tu en tot moment


Jo et duré... ( bis )

De tot cor

INTRO: un arpegio mas o menos así.

Em E9 Em E9
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B|--------8---8------------7---7------------8---8------------7---7------|
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A|--7----------------7----------------7----------------7----------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------------------|


Como intro:
Desnudar el sin razón
que modelo nuestras vidas
Parece ser causa perdida.

Nadie apuesta detener
el motor que contamina
el aire que a diario respiras

Am
Y que respiraste ayer,
Como intro
y que mañana tal vez, no lo sé.
Por eso hoy

Am
Reflexionando en esto,
C5
la madrugada pasó,
B5 / Am / G5 / F5# / Em
y dejó otro día para ser.


BASE: (mas o menos - no la entiendo)
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B|---------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------/5-------------------------/4--|
A|--------------------------/3-------------------------/2--|
E|--2-3-2-0-2-3-2-0-2-3-2-0----2-3-2-0-2-3-2-0-2-3-2-0-----|


Ser guardianes o vigías de toda la miel
que guarda en toda colmena el sucio poder.
Predador, ecologista, pobre o gran señor.
Drogadependiente, doctor o paciente,
entreverado en el montón.



e|---------+----------------------|
B|---------+----------------------|(A partir de la 2da. vez
G|---------+----------------------| no hace la primer parte)
D|--2-/5-4-+-----/5-4-----2-/5-4--|
A|--2------+-4-5--------4-2-------|
E|--0------+-2-3--------2-0-------|

Vender, comprar.
Comer, cagar.
Morir, nacer.

Sufrir, gozar.
Odiar, amar.
Ser o no ser

Culpable o inocente, malviviente o juez.
O quien con sólo su firma decreta la ley.
Pronucleares informistas modelan la situación.
Más tecnología, por más energía.
Fuga radiactiva de progreso.

Vender, comprar.
Comer, cagar.
Morir, nacer.

Sufrir, gozar.
Odiar, amar.
Ser o no ser.


e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------4-------------------3-2----|
E|--0--0-0-0-0-0---0--0-0-0-0-2---0--0-0-0-0-0--0-----3--|

e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------4-------------------3-2-5--|
E|--0--0-0-0-0-0---0--0-0-0-0-2---0--0-0-0-0-0--0--------|

e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------4-------------------3-2----|
E|--0--0-0-0-0-0---0--0-0-0-0-2---0--0-0-0-0-0--0-----3--|

e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------4-------------------3-2-5--|
E|--0--0-0-0-0-0---0--0-0-0-0-2---0--0-0-0-0-0--0--------|


Solo guitarra

e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------4-------------------3-2----|
E|--0--0-0-0-0-0---0--0-0-0-0-2---0--0-0-0-0-0--0-----3--|



Derrame de combustible, exterminio forestal.
El motor contaminante no se detendrá.
Para ser hay otro día en el planeta inferior.
Como cualquier día, como todo día
Con o sin mi reflexión.

Vender, comprar.
Comer, cagar.
Morir, nacer.

Sufrir, gozar.
Odiar, amar.
Ser o no ser.

Vender, comprar.
Comer, cagar.
Morir, nacer.

Sufrir, gozar.
Odiar, amar.
Ser o no ser.

FIN:e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------4-------------------3-2----|
E|--0--0-0-0-0-0---0--0-0-0-0-2---0--0-0-0-0-0--0-----3--|

Ser o no ser

Chords: C F Am G
Strumming pattern: down, down, up, up, down, up

You're way too (C) beautiful girl,
That's (Am) why it'll never work
You'll have me (F) suicidal, (G) suicidal
When you (C) say it's over
Damn all these (C) beautiful girls,
They (Am) only wanna do your dirt
They'll have you (F) suicidal, (G) suicidal
When they (C) say it's over
See it (C) started at the park
Used to chill after dark
Oh, (Am) when you took my heart
That's when we fell apart
'Cause (F) we both thought
That (G) love last (C) forever (last forever)
They (C) say we're too young
To get ourselves sprung
Oh (Am) we didn't care
We made it very clear
And they (F) also said
That we (G) couldn't last (C) together (last together)
See it's (C) very divine, girl
You're one of a kind
But you (Am) mush up my mind
You ought to get declined
Oh (F) Lord
My (G) baby is driving me (C) crazy

(Chorus)

It was (C) back in '99
Watchin' movies all the time
Oh (Am) when I went away
For doin' my first crime
And (F) I never thought
That (G) we was gonna see each (C) other (see each other)
And then (C) I came out
Mami moved me down South
Oh (Am) I'm with my girl
Who I thought was my world
It (F) came out to be
That (G) she wasn't the girl for (C) me (girl for me)

(Refrain and chorus)

(C) Now we're fussin'
And now we're fightin'
(Am) Please tell me why
I'm feelin' slighted
And (F) I don't know
(G) How to make it (C) better (make it better)
You're (C) datin' other guys
You're tellin' me lies
Oh (Am) I can't believe
What I'm seein' with my eyes
I'm (F) losin' my mind
And (G) I don't think it's (C) clever (think it's clever)

(Refrain and Chorus)

Beautiful Girls

Donde hay numeros en vez de acordes es porque no se
como se llaman esos acordes y pongo abajo como se hacen




F9/A Cm
Ya no sé donde fue,
F9/A C
con su luz tu verdad,
F9/A Cm
avanzar y no avanzar,
1 G
que loco remolino,

ya no ves . . .

ya no ves . . .

la maldad que hay allí . . .

solo estás en tu cruz,

oh déjame explorarte,
F4 C
solo extiéndete una vez más . . .
F4 C
extiéndete una vez más . . .

la canción de la sed,

como el agua se nos fue . . .

líbrame . . .

Oh! líbrame . . .

Líbrame de la galaxia

ya no ves . . .

ya no ves

lo que ya sé nos pasó

respirar y oxidar,

y olvidarse y no fumar . . .

solo extiéndete una vez más . . .

exiténdete una vez más . . .

extiendete una vez más

extiendete una vez más

Nota: C B y
Am 2
eres mi esperanza
Am 3
solo una grieta en mi existir . . .
4
no somos solo hombres
5 6 7
y como fondo un cielo.

no es solo un burro,

que es un ángel de fe,

tal vez

me sentirás tal vez

me sentirás

las aguas en tus ojos

vibran su dulce brillo

una piel y una flor

son tus pechos,

que no piensan menos mal,

oh por favor,

gira loca girasol . . .

déjame como estoy,

ya te amé y allí morí,

quédate quédate oh!

déjame explicarte,

solo extiéndete una vez más . . .

extiéndete una vez más . . .

eres mi esperanza,

solo una grieta en mi existir . . .

no somos solo cuerpos,

y como un fondo un cielo . . .

no es solo un burro,

que es un ángel de fe

tal vez me sentirás

tal vez me sentirás

1:*5455*
2:*0*110
3:2**13*
4:3*445*
5:5**56*
6:7*775*
7:5*555*

Espero que puedan sacar esta genial cancion del mejor
compositor del rock de Argentina (a mi parecer).

Extiéndete una vez más

Intro
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Resistirse a complacer

INTRO: DOm - FA - MIb - LA# - DOm - MIb - FA - LA# - DOm

DOm - FA - MIb - LA#

DOm LA# DOm LA#
Saber que es lo que te pasa, sabes a veces lleva tiempo

DOm LA#
Es que el amor es una ciencia exacta,

DOm LA#
Y el dolor suele ser un misterio

SOL# DOm
Salir, parece buena idea,

SOL# DOm
Escapar, esa no es la manera de seguir

SOL# DOm
No esperar que el tiempo arregle todo,

SI LA#
Cuestión de encontrar el modo de reír

DOm FA MIb LA# DOm
Y si no estas bien, no te desarmes

FA MIb LA# DOm
Ponte de pie y andar y andar

FA MIb LA# DOm
No los escuchés pueden marearte

FA MIb LA# DOm
Solo saben hablar, y hablar y hablar

PUENTE: DOm LA# DOm LA#


DOm LA# DOm LA# DOm
A donde vas? No entiendo, no

LA# DOm LA#
Por que estas mintiendo?

DOm FA MIb LA# DOm
Y si no estas bien, no te desarmes

FA MIb LA# DOm
Ponte de pie y andar y andar…

FA MIb LA# DOm
No los escuchés pueden marearte

FA MIb LA# DOm
Solo saben hablar, y hablar y hablar...


SOLO: DOm LA#

FINAL: DOm - FA - MIb - LA# - DOm - MIb - FA - LA#

Andar

este es el solo de Tangolpeando espero q les sirva mas q nada
para q se animen
a pasar mas transcripciones a esta pagina de almaferte ovio
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F E
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buenoesta es mi primere transcripsion pero no la ultima
esta bastane bien sacado (acepto criticas)
y !!!Aguante EL TANO LocO Lo maS GRande
desde Comodoro Km3 soy el monito saludos a todos los q me conocen

Tangolpeado

-----------------ALMAFUERTE----------------
-------------Ciudad de Rosario-------------
-----Ricardo Iorio - Claudio Marciello-----


-INTRO-

PARTE 1

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PARTE 2

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-FIN INTRO-


ARREGLO 1

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ARREGLO 2

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RIFF 2

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MI ARREGLO 1
Alegría, alegría,
MI ARREGLO 1
exalta mi corazón
LA SOL
si el indio blanco convida
MI ARREGLO 2
sonar en el Willie Dixon.

Se dará cita la audiencia
metalera y sin revés,
para corear el canto
que te dedica Almafuerte.

RIFF 2
La más amada por cuna del pabellón,
bastión de patria, Provincia de Santa Fe.

INTRO (PARTE 2) X 2
Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.
Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.

Zanjeando en tus orillas
de pibe la suerte hallé,
cuando un disco de Pappo
oí por primera vez.

Mis primos del barrio Acindar,
desde ese día supieron
que seguiría los pasos
de aquél inmenso rockero.

La más amada por cuna del pabellón,
bastión de patria, Provincia de Santa Fe.

Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.
Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.


-SOLO-

FA - SOL - LA - FA - SOL - RE

MI - LA - SOL - MI - MI - LA - SOL - MI

-FIN SOLO-


ARREGLO 2


La más amada por cuna del pabellón
bastión de patria, Provincia de Santa Fe.

Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.
Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.
Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.
Ciudad de Rosario, Ciudad de Rosario.


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NOTA:(p) Pull-off

(h) Hammer-on

(/) slide




Ahi esta la tab de ciudad de Rosario espere que les guste,
cualquier correccion me avisan, estoy en face con este mail
juan-riff@hotmail.com ponganla donde quieran pero al menos
no me roben el credito!!! despues si me da el oido saco el
solo... saludos y aguante ALMAFUERTE!!

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