X:1 T:The Fields of Athenry R:reel C:Pete St. John A:Dublin O:Ireland M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=130 K:G "G" DD | D3 D G2 A2 | B6 B2 | "C" c3 c c2 d2 | "G" (B4 (B)c BG) | "D" A6 z2 | w: By a lone-ly pris-on wall I heard a young girl call ---- ing "G" d2 d2 d2 B2 | "C" c3 d c2 B2 | "D" (A8 | A2) z2 B2 c2 | w: Mich-ael they are tak-ing you a way. - For you "G" d3 d d2 B2 | c6 dc | "G" B3 A (GA) B2 | "D" A6 DD | w: stole Tre-vel-yan's corn, so the young might see - the morn. Now a A3 A B2 c2 | "D7" B2 A2 G3 F | "G" (G8 | G4) z4 || w: pri-son ship lies wait-ing in the bay. - T: Chorus: d8 | "C" e6 d2 | "G" (G4 G)DGA | "Em" B6 A2 | "G" G3 D G2 A2 | B4 c2 d2 | w: Low lie the fields - of Ath-en-ry where once we watched the small free birds "D" (A8 | A2) z2 (B2 c2) | "G" d3 d d2 B2 | "C" c6 dc | "G" B3 A (G A2) B | w: fly. - Our - love was on the wing, we had dreams and so-ngs to "D" A6 DD | A3 A B2 c2 | "D7" B3 A G2 F2 | "G" (G8 | G6) |] w: sing. It's so lone-ly 'round the fields of Ath-en-ry. - W: W: By a lonely prison wall I heard a young man calling W: Nothing matters Mary when you're free. Against the W: Famine and the Crown, I rebelled, they ran me down. Now you W: must raise our child with dignity. W: W: By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling W: As that prison ship sailed out against the sky. Sure she'll W: wait and hope and pray, for her love in Botany Bay. It's so W: lonely 'round the fields of Athenry. W: X:2 T:The Foggy Dew R:reel M:C| L:1/8 Q:1/4=92 K:Cm "Cm" (GB) | c2 (BG) c2 (BG) | "Bb" F3 G "Gm" B,2 CD | "Cm" (EG) (FE) "Fm" C3 C | "Cm" C6 (GB) | w: As - Down the - Glen one - Eas-ter morn to a ci - ty - fair rode I, there c2 (BG) c2 (BG) | "Bb" F3 G "Gm" B,2 (CD) | "Cm" (EG) (FE) "Fm" C3 C | "Cm" C6 z B, | w: ar - med lines of - mar-ching men in - squad - rons - passed me by. No "Eb" F3 G B2 (AG) | "Bb" F3 F "Eb" G2 (EF) | G2 (ed) "Gm" (cB) (GB) | "Cm" c6 GB | w: pipe did hum, no - bat-tle drum did - sound it's - dread - tat - too. But the c2 BG c2 BG | "Bb" F3 G "Gm" B,2 (CD) | "Cm" (EG) FE "Fm" C3 C | "Cm" C6 |] w: An-ge-lus bell o'er the Lif-fey swell, rang - out - through the fog-gy dew. W: W: 'Twas England bade our Wild Geese 'Go, that small nations might be free,' W: But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea. W: Oh, had they died by Pearse's side, or fought with Cathal Brugha, W: Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew. W: W: Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war, W: 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud el Bar. W: And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through, W: while Brittania's Huns, with their great big guns, sailed in through the foggy dew. W: W: But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear W: for those who died that Easter tide, in the springtime of the year. W: While the world did gaze with deep amaze, at those fearless men but few, W: who bore the fight, that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew. X:3 T:The Galway Shawl C:Trad. M:3/4 L:1/8 K:G "G" G2 | G4 F2 | (E2 (D4) | (D6) | D4) EF | G4 A2 | "Bm" B2 (d4 | (d6) | d4) d2 | w: In Or-an-more - - - In the Coun-ty Gal-way - - One d4 e2 | "Em" (B4 A2) | (G6 | G4) GB | "A7" A4 G2 | "C" (E6 | "D7" (E6) | E4) G2 | w: Pleas-ant eve - ning - In the month of May, - - I "G" G4 F2 | E2 (D4 | (D6) | D4) EF | G4 A2 | "Bm" B2 (d4 | (d6) | d4) d2 | w: Spied a dam-sel, - - she was young and hand-some. - - Her d4 e2 | "G" (B4 A2) | (G6 | G2) G2 B2 | "D" A4 G2 | "G" (G6 | "C" (G6) | "G" G4) |] w: beau-ty fair - ly - took my breath a-way. - - w: W: Chorus: W: She wore no jewels or costly diamonds, W: no paint or powder, no none at all. W: She wore a bonnet, with a ribbon on it, W: and around her shoulder was the Galway shawl. W: W: Verse: W: As we kept walking, she kept on talking, W: till her father's cottage came in to view. W: She said, 'Come in Sir and meet my father, W: and for to please him, play the Foggy Dew.' W: Chorus:- W: W: I played the 'Blackbird' and 'The Stack of Barley', W: 'Rodney's Glory' and 'The Foggy Dew.' W: She sang each note like an Irish linnet, W: and the tears flowed in her eyes of blue. W: Chorus:- W: W: 'Twas early, early, in the morning, W: I hit the road for old Donegal. W: Said she, 'Goodbye Sir', as she cried, W: and my heart remaind with the Galway shawl. W: Chorus:- X:4 T:I'll Tell Me Ma - F R:reel M:C| L:1/8 Q:1/4=240 K:F "F" c,2 | c,2 F2 A3 A | "Bb" B2 A2 "F" A3 A | "C7" A2 G2 G3 A | "F" G2 F2 F3 c, | w: I'll tell me ma, when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls a-lone. They c,2 F2 A3 A | "Bb" B2 A2 "F" A3 A | "C7" A2 G2 G3 A | "F" G2 F2 F4 | w: pull my hair, they stole my comb, and that's all-right till I go home. c2 c2 "F7" c2 A2 | "Bb" B2 B2 B2 G2 | "F" A2 A2 A2 F2 | "C7" G2 E2 D2 c,2 | w: She is hand-some, she is pret-ty, she's the belle of Bel-fast ci-ty. "F" c2 c2 "F7" c2 A2 | "Bb" B2 B2 B4 | "F"A2 "C7" FF G2 E2 | "F" F2 F2 F2 |] w: She is cour-tin', one, two, three. Please, won't you tell me who is she? W: W: Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her. W: They are knockin' on the door, and they're ringin' at the bell, saying 'Oh, my true love are you well?' W: Out she comes as white as snow, with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. W: Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die, if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye. W: W: Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, and the snow come shovelin' from the sky. W: She's as nice as apple pie, and she'll get her own lad by and by. W: When she gets a lad of her own, she won't tell her ma when she gets home. W: Let them all come as they will, it's Albert Mooney she loves still! X:5 T:I'll Tell Me Ma - G R:reel M:C| L:1/4 Q:1/4=240 K:G D |"G" D G B>B |"C" c B "G" B>B |"D7" B A A>B |"G" A G G>D |! w: I'll tell me ma, when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls a-lone. They D G B>B |"C" c B "G" B>B |"D7" B A A>B |"G" A G G2 |! w: pull my hair, they stole my comb, and that's all-right till I go home. "G" d d "G7" d B |"C" c c c A |"G" B B B G |"D7" A F E D |! w: She is hand-some, she is pret-ty, she's the belle of Bel-fast ci-ty. "G" d d "G7" d B |"C" c c c2 |"G" B "D7" G/G/ A F |"G" G G G|] w: She is cour-tin', one, two, three. Please, won't you tell me who is she? W: W: Albert Mooney says he loves her, all the boys are fighting for her. W: They are knockin' on the door, and they're ringin' at the bell, saying 'Oh, my true love are you well?' W: Out she comes as white as snow, with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. W: Old Jenny Murphy says she'll die, if she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye. W: W: Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high, and the snow come shovelin' from the sky. W: She's as nice as apple pie, and she'll get her own lad by and by. W: When she gets a lad of her own, she won't tell her ma when she gets home. W: Let them all come as they will, it's Albert Mooney she loves still! X:6 T:Molly Mallone R:reel M:3/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=108 K:G "G" D2 | G2 G2 G2 | "Em" G (B B2) B G | "Am" A2 A2 A2 | "D7" A (c c2) (BA) | w: In Dub-lin's fair ci - ty, where the girls are so pret - ty, I "G" B3 A G2 | "Em" d3 c B2 | "C" B3 A G2 | "D7" A6 | w: first set my eyes on sweet Mol-ly Ma-lone. D2 | "G" G2 G2 G2 | G (B B2) G2 | "Am" A2 A2 A2 | "D7" A (c c2) BA | w: She wheeled a wheel bar - row, through streets broad and nar - row, cry-ing: "G" B (d d2) c2 | "Em" B (d d2) c2 | "G" B3 G "D7" A2 | "G" G6 || w: cock-les and mus-sels, a - live, a - live, oh! T: Chorus: D2 | "G" G2 G2 G2 | G (B B2) G2 | "Am" A2 A2 A2 | "D7" A (c c2) BA | w: A-live, a-live, oh - ! A-live, a-live, oh - ! Cry-ing: "G" B (d d2) c2 | "Em" B (d d2) c2 | "G" B3 G "D7" A2 | "G" G6 |] w: cock-les and mus-sels, a - live, a - live, oh! W: W: She was a fish monger, but sure, 'twas no wonder. W: For so were her father and mother before. W: And they both wheeled their barrows, through streets broad and narrow, W: crying, 'Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live, oh!' W: W: She died of a fever, no one could relieve her, W: and that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. W: But her ghost wheeles her barrow, through streets broad and narrow, W: crying, 'Cockles and mussels, a-live, a-live, oh!' X:7 T:Raglan Road R:reel C:Patrick Kavanagh M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=160 K:D "D" (DE) | F6 F2 | F6 EF | A6 A2 | "G" B6 (AF) | "D" D6 (FE) | w: On - Rag-lan road on an au-tumn day, I - saw her - "G" D6 D2 | (D8 | D4) z2 A2 | "G" B6 A2 | B6 d2 | "D" F6 E2 | w: first and knew - that her dark hair would weave a D6 (FG) | A6 F2 | "Bm" d6 F2 | (E8 | E4) z2 A2 | "G" B6 A2 | B6 d2 | w: snare that - I might one day rue, - I saw the dan-ger "D" F6 E2 | D6 A2 | A6 GF | "Bm" d6 F2 | "A" (E8 | "A7" E) z2 DE | "D" F6 F2 | w: and I passed, a-long the en-chant-ed way. - And I said let F6 EF | A6 A2 | "G" B6 AF | "D" D6 (FE) | "G" D6 D2 | "D" D8 |] w: grief be a fal-len leaf at the dawn-ing - of the day. W: W: On Grafton street in November we tripped lightly W: along the ledge of a deep ravine where still can W: be seen the worth of passion play. The Queen of hearts still W: making tarts, and I not making hay, Oh, I loved too W: much and by such and such, is happiness thrown away. W: W: I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her secret signs W: that's known to artists who have know true gods of sound and stone W: and her words and tint without stint, I gave her poems to say, W: with her own name there and her own dark hair, like clouds over fields of May. W: W: W: On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now W: away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow. W: That I had loved not as I should, a creature made of clay, W: Whan an angel woos the clay he'll lose, his wings at the dawn of day. W: X:8 T:Red is the Rose R:reel M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=140 K:D "D" D4 D3 E | "Bm" F6 D2 | "Em" E3 F E2 D2 | "G" B,6 z A, | w: Red is the rose by yon-der gar-den grows, and "D" D4 D3 E | D D3 "F#m" F2 A2 | "G" (B6 (d)B) | "A" A8 | w: fair is the lil-ly of the val - - ley. "G" (B3c) B2 A2 | "F#m" (F2 E2) D3 F | "G" (G2 F2) "E7" E2 D2 | "G" B,6 "A7" E2 | w: Clear - is the wa - ter that flows - from the Byone, but "D" D4 "Bm" F2 A2 | "G" B4 "D" A2 F2 | "Em" (E6 ("Am"F)E) | "D" D6 z2 |] w: my love is fair-er than a - - ny. W: W: Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass, W: come over the hills to your darling. W: You choose the rose love, and I'll make the vow, W: and I'll be your true love forever. W: W: 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed, W: and the moon and the stars they were shining. W: The moon shone it's rays on her locks of golden hair, W: and she swore she'd be my love forever. W: W: It's not for the parting that my sister pains, W: it's not for the grief of my mother. W: It is all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass, W: that my heart is breaking forever. X:9 T:Roddy McCorley R:reel C:Eithne Carbury A:Co. Antrim O:Ireland M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=130 K:G GA | "G" B2 (AB) D2 D2 | B3 A G2 D2 | "C" E2 G2 G3 A | "G" G6 (Bc) | w: Oh - see the - host of fleet foot men who speed with fac-es wan. Fr-om d2 d2 d2 (Bd) | "C" e2 e2 d2 (BA) | "A7" G2 E2 "Am" c2 B2 | "D7" A6 (Bc) | w: farm-stead and from - fish-ers cot a - long the banks of bann. They - "G" d2 d2 d2 (Bc) | "C" e2 e2 d2 (BA) | "A7" G2 E2 "Am" c2 B2 | "D7" A6 GA | w: come with ven-gean-ce in their eyes but too late, too late are they. For young "G" B2 AB D2 D2 | B3 A G2 DD | "C" E2 G2 G3 A | "G" G6 |] w: Rod-dy Mc-Cor-ley goes to die on the bridge of Toome to-day. W: W: When last he stepped up that street, his shining pike in hand. Behind W: him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band. For W: Antrim town, for Antrim town, he lead them to the fray. And young W: Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. W: W: Up the narrow streets he steps, smiling proud and young. About W: the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung. There was W: never a tear in his blue eyes, both sad and bright are they. For young W: Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. X:10 T:Song of the Dawn - Cmix R:reel N: O:Ireland, Trad. M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=150 K:Cmix C | F2 F2 (DC) CC | c2 c2 (c A2) c | d2 (cA) F2 G2 | D6 z2 | w: The song I si-ng is the song of ho-me, a song o-f Roi-sin Dudh D | F2 F2 D2 z C | c2 c2 (c A2) c | d2 cA F2 G2 | F6 z2 | w:Of ford and fen, of glade and gl-en, of lake and of moun-tain blue Ac | d3 d d2 A A | c3 c c2 z c | d2 cA F2 G2 | D6 z2 | w:Of the signs that stand ov-er all the land, to tell of the long a-go CD | F2 F2 D2 CC | c2 c2 (c A2) c | d2 cA F2 G2 | F6 z2 || w:Let your voi-ces ring in the song I si-ng, Sean Eir-ean nan Gaedheal go deo! T: Chorus: |: c | d3 d (d2 A) A | c4 c3 c | d2 cA F2 G2 | D6 z2 | w:Hur-rah, the ni-ght has end-ed, we see the - dawn's red glow C | F2 F2 (DC) CC | c2 c2 (c A2) c | d2 cA F2 G2 | F6 z2 :| w:O shout it hi-gh, it's the free man's cr-y, Sean Eir-ean nan Gaedheal go deo! W: W: I sing of every wood and stream, of tower and vale and town W: where brave men died, where brave men tried, to pull the red flag down W: From Kerry brave to the winding wave, where lagan's waters flow W: From Tournaree to the winding Lee, Sean Eirean na Gaedheal go deo! W: W: I raise a rann to the ones who tread the path to the dawning day W: who will pause no more till our native shore is free from the saxon's way W: Till from every hill and from every rill the freedom cry shall go. W: From old and young, in the Gaelic tounge, Sean Eirean nan Gaedheal go deo! W: X:11 T:Song of the Dawn - G R:reel N: O:Ireland, Trad. M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=150 K:G D | G2 G2 (ED) DD | d2 d2 (d B2) d | e2 (dB) G2 A2 | E6 z2 |! w: The song I si-ng is the song of ho-me, a song o-f Roi-sin Dudh E | G2 G2 E2 z D | d2 d2 (d B2) d | e2 dB G2 A2 | G6 z2 |! w:Of ford and fen, of glade and gl-en, of lake and of moun-tain blue Bd | e3 e e2 B B | d3 d d2 z d | e2 dB G2 A2 | E6 z2 |! w:Of the signs that stand ov-er all the land, to tell of the long a-go DE | G2 G2 E2 DD | d2 d2 (d B2) d | e2 dB G2 A2 | G6 z2 ||! w:Let your voi-ces ring in the song I si-ng, Sean Eir-ean nan Gaedheal go deo! T: Chorus: |: d | e3 e (e2 B) B | d4 d3 d | e2 dB G2 A2 | E6 z2 |! w:Hur-rah, the ni-ght has end-ed, we see the - dawn's red glow D | G2 G2 (ED) DD | d2 d2 (d B2) d | e2 dB G2 A2 | G6 z2 :| w:O shout it hi-gh, it's the free man's cr-y, Sean Eir-ean nan Gaedheal go deo! W: W: I sing of every wood and stream, of tower and vale and town W: where brave men died, where brave men tried, to pull the red flag down W: From Kerry brave to the winding wave, where lagan's waters flow W: From Tournaree to the winding Lee, Sean Eirean na Gaedheal go deo! W: W: I raise a rann to the ones who tread the path to the dawning day W: who will pause no more till our native shore is free from the saxon's way W: Till from every hill and from every rill the freedom cry shall go. W: From old and young, in the Gaelic tounge, Sean Eirean nan Gaedheal go deo! W: X:12 T:The Spanish Lady R:reel M:C| L:1/8 K:G "G" D2 | D2 D2 D2 (DE) | "Em" G2 G2 (GA) B2 | "C" c2 A2 B2 G2 | "D7" E2 D2 D4 | w: As I went down to - Dub-lin ci - ty, at the hour of twelve at night, "G" D2 DD D2 DE | "Em" G2 G2 (GA) B2 | "C" c2 AA B2 G2 | "D7" E2 D2 D4 | w: who should I see but a Spa-nish la - dy, wash-ing her feet by cand-le light. "G" B2 d2 d2 B2 | "D7" A2 G2 G2 A2 | "G" BB d2 d2 B2 | "D7" A2 G2 A3 B | w: First she washed them, then she dried them, o-ver a fire of am-ber coal, in "G" B2 d2 d2 B2 | "Em" A2 G2 G2 (AB) | "C" c2 A2 B2 G2 | "D7" E2 D2 D4 || w: all my life I ne'er did see a - maid so sweet a-bout the sole. T: Chorus: |: "G" D2 DD D2 (DE) | "Em" G2 G2 (GA) B2 | "C" c2 AA B2 G2 | "D7" E2 D2 D4 :| w: Whack fol the too - ra, loo-ra, lad - dy, whack fol the too-ra loo-ra-lay! W: W: As I came back through Dublin city at the hour of half past eight, W: Who should I spy but the Spanish Lady brushing her hair in the broad daylight. W: First she tossed it, then she brushed it, on her lap a silver comb. W: In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so fair since I did roam. W: W: As I went back through Dublin city, as the sun began to set, W: who should I spy but the Spanish Lady catching a moth in a golden net. W: When she saw me, she then fled me, lifting her petticoat over her knee. W: In all my life I ne'er did see a maid so shy as the Spanish Lady. W: W: I've wandered North and I've wandered South, through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close. W: Up and around the Gloster Diamond and back by Napper Tandy's house. W: Old age has laid her hand on me, cold as a fire of ashy coals. W: In all my life I ne'er did see an maid so sweet as the Spanish Lady. X:13 T:The Star of the County Down O:Ireland M:4/4 L:1/8 Q:1/4=180 K:G B,D | E2 E2 E2 DE | G2 G2 A2 GA | B2 AG E2 DB, | w: Ne-ar ban-bridge town in the Coun-ty Down one - mor-n-ing last Ju - D6 B,D | E2 E2 E2 DE | G2 G2 A2 GA | B2 AG E2 D2 | w: ly, down a Bo-reen green came a sweet col-een and she smiled as she passed me E6 B2 | d2 B2 B2 AG | A2 A2 A2 GA | B2 AG E2 DB, | w: by. She looked so sweet from her two bare feet, to the sheen of her nut-br-own D6 B,D | E2 E2 E2 DE | G2 G2 A2 GA | B2 AG E2 D2 | E6 z2 | w: hair such a coax-ing elf, sure I shook my-self, for to see I was real-ly there. T: Chorus: B2 | d2 B2 B2 AG | A2 A2 A2 GA | B2 AG E2 DB, | w: From Ban-try Bay up to Der-ry Quay, and from Gal-way to Dub - lin D6 B,D | E2 E2 E2 DE | G2 G2 A2 GA | B2 AG E2 D2 | E6 z2 | w: Town, n-o maid I've seen like the brown col-een that I met in the Coun-ty Down. W: W: As she onward sped, sure I scratch my head, and I looked with a feeling queer, W: and I says, says I, to a passer by: 'Who's the maid with the nut-broun hair?' W: He smiles at me, and he says, says he: 'That's the gem of Ireland's crown, W: young Rosie McCann from the Banks of the Bann; she's the star of the County Down.' W: W: At the harvest fair she'll be surly there, so I'll dress in my Sunday clothes. W: With my shoes shone bright, and my hat cocked right; for a smile from my nut-brown rose. W: No pipe I'll smoke, horse I'll yoke, till my plough is a rust coloured brown, W: till a smiling bride by my own fireside, sits the star of the County Down. W: W: W: W: W: X:14 T:Whiskey in the Jar - C R:reel M:C| L:1/8 Q:1/4=220 K:C "C" G2 | E2 G2 G2 A2 | G2 E4 D2 | "Am" E2 A2 A2 B2 | A2 E4 G2 | w: As I was go-ing o-ver the Kil-ma-gen-ny moun-tain, I "F" A2 A2 A2 A2 | c c3 B2 A2 | "C" G2 G2 c2 B2 | A2 E4 G2 | w: met with Cap-tain Far-rell and his mo-ney he was coun-ting, I E2 G2 G2 A2 | G2 E4 D2 | "Am" E2 A2 A2 B2 | A2 E4 G G | w: first pro-duced me pis-tol, and then I drew my ra-pier, say-ing "F" A4 A3 B | c2 c2 B2 A2 | "C" G2 G2 c3 B | A G3 || w: 'Stand and de-li-ver for you are a bold de-cei-ver!' T: Chorus: E2 c,2 | "G7" D2 DD DD c,2 | D8 | "C" z2 E2 E3 D | E2 G2 "C7" G4 | w: With me ring dum a doo-dle um dah, whack fol the dad-dy o, "F" z2 A2 A3 G | A2 B2 c3 A | "C" G2 E2 "G7" D2 E2 | "C" c,6 |] w: whack fol the dad-dy o, there's whis-key in the jar! W: W: He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny, W: I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny. W: She sighed and she swore that she never would betray me, W: but the Devil take the women for they never can be easy! W: W: I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber, W: I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. W: But Jenny drew me charges, and she filled them up with water, W: and she sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter! W: W: And 'twas early in the mornin' before I rose to travel, W: up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell. W: I then produced my pistol, for she'd stolen away my rapier, W: but I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken! W: W: If anyone can aid me, it's me brother in the army, W: If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney. W: And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in Kilkenny, W: I'm sure he'd treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny! X:15 T:Whiskey in the Jar - D R:reel M:C| L:1/4 Q:1/4=220 K:D A |"D" F A A B | A F2 E |"Bm" F B B c | B F2 A |! w: As I was go-ing o-ver the Kil-ma-gen-ny moun-tain, I |"G" B B B B | dc | d d c B |"D" A A d>c | BE | F A "D7" A2 |! w: With me ring dum a doo-dle um dah, whack fol the dad-dy o, "G" z B B>A | B c d>B |"D" A F "A7" E F |"D" D3 |] w: whack fol the dad-dy o, there's whis-key in the jar! W: W: He counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny, W: I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny. W: She sighed and she swore that she never would betray me, W: but the Devil take the women for they never can be easy! W: W: I went into my chamber all for to take a slumber, W: I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder. W: But Jenny drew me charges, and she filled them up with water, W: and she sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter! W: W: And 'twas early in the mornin' before I rose to travel, W: up comes a band of footmen and likewise Captain Farrell. W: I then produced my pistol, for she'd stolen away my rapier, W: but I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken! W: W: If anyone can aid me, it's me brother in the army, W: If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney. W: And if he'd come and join me, we'd go roving in Kilkenny, W: I'm sure he'd treat me better than me darling sporting Jenny! X:16 T:Wild Mountain Thyme - Eb R:reel M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=130 K:Eb "Eb" E>F | G G3 "Bb" F3 E | "Cm" C (E3 E2) GB | "G#" c3 c "Bb7" c3 B | w: Oh, the sum-mer time is com-in', - and the trees are sweet-ly "Eb" G (B3 B2) GB | "G#" c4 "Bb" B3 G | "Cm" (F (E3) E2) FG | w: bloom-in', - and the wild moun-tain thyme, - - grows a "G#" A3 G "Fm" F2 E2 | "G#" C E3 {EF}E3 C | "Eb" (B,3 C) "G#" E E3 | "Eb" E6 || w: round the bloom-in' heath-er. Will ye go, - las-sie, go? T: Chorus: GB | "G#" c4 "Bb7" c3 B | "Eb" G (B3 B2) GB | "G#" c4 "Bb" B2 G2 | "Cm" (F (E3) E2) FG | w: And we'll all go to-geth-er, - to pull wild moun-tain thyme, - - all a- "G#" A3 G "Fm" F2 E2 | "G#" C E3 E3 C | "Eb" (B,3 C) "G#" E F3 | "Eb" E6 |] w: round the bloom-in' heath-er. Will ye go, - las-sie, go? W: W: I will build my love a bower, by yon clear crystal W: fountain, and on it I will pile, all the W: flowers o' the mountain. Will ye go, lassie, go? W: W: I will roam the country side, and the dark lands so W: dreary, and I'll return wi' my bounty, tae W: the arms o' my deary. Will ye go, lassie, go? W: W: If my true love she won't come, than I'll surely find W: another, to pull wild mountain thyme, all a W: around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie, go? X:17 T:Wild Mountain Thyme - G R:reel M:C L:1/8 Q:1/4=130 K:G "G" G>A | B B3 "D" A3 G | "Em" E (G3 G2) Bd | "C" e3 e "D7" e3 d |! w: Oh, the sum-mer time is com-in', - and the trees are sweet-ly "G" B (d3 d2) Bd | "C" e4 "D" d3 B | "Em" (A (G3) G2) AB |! w: bloom-in', - and the wild moun-tain thyme, - - grows a "C" c3 B "Am" A2 G2 | "C" E G3 {GA}G3 E | "G" (D3 E) "C" G G3 | "G" G6 ||! w: round the bloom-in' heath-er. Will ye go, - las-sie, go? T: Chorus: Bd | "C" e4 "D7" e3 d | "G" B (d3 d2) Bd | "C" e4 "D" d2 B2 | "Em" (A (G3) G2) AB |! w: And we'll all go to-geth-er, - to pull wild moun-tain thyme, - - all a- "C" c3 B "Am" A2 G2 | "C" E G3 G3 E | "G" (D3 E) "C" G A3 | "G" G6 |] w: round the bloom-in' heath-er. Will ye go, - las-sie, go? W: W: I will build my love a bower, by yon clear crystal W: fountain, and on it I will pile, all the W: flowers o' the mountain. Will ye go, lassie, go? W: W: I will roam the country side, and the dark lands so W: dreary, and I'll return wi' my bounty, tae W: the arms o' my deary. Will ye go, lassie, go? W: W: If my true love she won't come, than I'll surely find W: another, to pull wild mountain thyme, all a W: around the bloomin' heather. Will ye go, lassie, go?