John Oreilly chords

Charlie Robison

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My name is John O'Reilly   And my father worked the fields  
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In the hills of ol' Kilarney Where I helped him turn the wheels  
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My arms grew hard as iron For a boy of 17  
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And I used my fists for gamblin' In those wet Kilarney streets  
 
 
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Well the ship left for America I took my pack aboard  
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Said goodbye to my dear Ireland Said a prayer to my dear Lord  
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I fought those sorry guineas In the kitchen they called hell  
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I fought 'em for their dollar And those guineas paid me well  
 
 
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Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
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For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
return 
 
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I fought in New York City and I Fought the Jersey shore  
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My gut stayed full o' whiskey My bed stayed full o' whores  
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They called my right a cannonball My left they called the same  
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I left 'em all a lyin' half in blood And the other half in shame 
 
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I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand 
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He offered me a 1,000 if I'd fall before his man 
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I said it could be done but only for another two 
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He smiled at me and nodded as I Stuck in my shoe 
 
 
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Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
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For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
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They rang the bell two times Before I let I'd have my nose 
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I let him work my left until My eye was swollen closed 
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Then I let loose a right that they Still talk about today 
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For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way 
 
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They covered every dock at every Port there on the coast 
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Lookin' for the double crosser Who had turned into a ghost 
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But I was on a train my friend That rolled the other way 
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I I'll sail from California back  To Dublin one fine day 
 
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Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
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For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
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Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
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For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
return