Chords for Andy Irvine - 'O'Donoghues Pub' at Vicar Street

[Gm] _ _ _ [Dm] But this _ _ is a [G] song I wrote about _ _ _ _ _ O'Donoghue's [Dm] potluck. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F] Back in the 60s I was [G] a _ denizen of that place.
I lived across the road _ _ _ _ and it was [Fm] wonderful.
I'd [C] like to [G] dedicate this to the [Cm] memory of _ _ _ _
[F] _ wonderful Paddy and Maureen O'Donoghue,
who sometimes we [Cm] didn't get on with that well,
but I was thinking today about the _ bank strike in _ 1967, which I'm sure you all [N]
remember. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Paddy, you know, there was [F] no cash [G] and _ no chance of changing [F] cheques,
and we all ran up _ these ferocious _ _ _ slates in [Gm] O'Donoghue's. _
When it was over, finally, [G] many months later, _ _ _ _ Paddy [Cm] said,
Oh yes Andy, I think [Eb] you owe me [Gm] _ about_ Mmm, _ 750.
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_ _ _ Paddy, you've _ got broke at this rate.
[Gm] _ _ _ _
Anyway, this is _ _ dedicated to them, and to the late, _ wonderful Ronnie Drew,
[N] who _ was a _ _ _ leading _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ force in O'Donoghue's politics.
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_ _ _ _ [N] Are you going to play or are you just going to play?
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_ _ I [Dm] was just thinking about the first time I went into O'Donoghue's myself,
I was barred because my [N] hair was too long. _ _
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[C] _ _ [G] _ _ It _ [F] _
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Dm] was August _ _ _ 1962 when I first set [Gm] foot in _ _ [F] O'Donoghue's,
a world of music, [Bb] friends and booze, opened up [C] before me.
[F] I never [E] could have guessed [Bb] as I walked [F] through the door,
just what the future had in store.
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_ Crossroads of my [C] life I [Fm] saw, _ lying there [Bb] to [F] taunt me.
_ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] Well, I was an actor, I played spade, I played in the [Bb] gate,
he played at the gate, [F] my mother in _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] 1928, [F] had trod those boards [C] before me.
[F] I was getting [Am] tired [Bb] of the [F] company, an actor's life did not suit me.
[Bb] I said goodbye, [C] you'll never see [F]
me back [C] [Bb] here in [F] _ Peary.
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] Johnny Moynihan and his fusty boat were the first to play [Bb] there in Merrion Row,
[F] when they brought the bazooka into [Bb] Ireland in [F] the _
[Bb] _ waystorm [F] along John. _
Paddy and [Bb] Morgan _ _ O'Donoghue, here [D] on Birken, Kenny, Ronnie Drew,
[Bb] _
Barney McKenna and [C] me and [F] you in the [C] early _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ 1960s.
[C] _ [Dm] Well, Paddy and [F] Morgan, very, very sound, but she liked to [Bb] camp on the moral high ground.
You had long hair, you were a big man, go down with the red [C] [F] roses.
_ Ronnie Drew, [Gm] with his fine [F] timbre, blue and a voice like gravel [Dm] that would catch [C] you in two.
[Bb] We thought he was Dublin crew [C] and crew, [F] but he [C] flew in [Bb] from [F] Dun Laoghaire. _
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_ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] Joe Ryan and John [C] Kelly in [F] the front bar, their fiddles up [Gm] from the county flair.
[F] Joe Heaney sings in the [Bb] cold night [F] air, in the [Bb] laneway after [C] closing.
[F] Our seat [C] _ [Gm] shanties in [F] perfect tune and Seamus Ellis in the _ [C] afternoon.
[Bb] It was all [F] over much [C] too [F] soon, days [C] of [Bb] wine [F] and roses.
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [Dm] Well, Bantle Barney, call the [F] tune, [Bb] Mary Jordan's a whiz on the [F] beat.
Up the swanee and [Bb] down the [F] broom, but Barney's rising to it.
They carry [C] him [Bb] bodily [F] out in the jacksie and this is the [C] man that has him back.
[Bb] He stalls the pipe [C] and he's right back [F] on track.
[C] And [Bb] what does he do?
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Any afternoon you might find [F] there, Luke Kelly in his banjo and his red hair.
Oh, what time's good enough to spear, what more could [Bb] a young [C] man wish for?
[F] How I'd spend my time [Gm] was [F] never in doubt, this is what life was all about.
A bowl of soup [C] and a pint of [F] spout, all the [C] spoggan [Bb] each [F] shooed, marathon _ [C] shame.
[Dm] Dave Stitt never [F] showed up, but if he prayed, Sonny Rogan loved [Gm] the bone he played.
[F] Ted McKenna, God bless the days of Italian _ _ [C] _ mandolinos.
[F] At closing time we didn't go far, just down the road to the pub.
_ [Bb] The usual _ [F] suspects, there you are, [C] Hadley's now [Bb] the [F] house to go to.
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Pulling up and up on the message board, [F] _
Sweeney's men have [Gm] a gig on [F] board.
We have to meet at twelve o'clock, the [Dm] journey down [C] to Galway.
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But Sweeney van [Dm] broke down [F] at the door, and we didn't get started until the quarter [C] past [Bb] four.
Mary [F] Chingley, [C] up the dole and [F]
snore, _ [C] [Bb] Halloween [F] in Rosie. _
_ _ _ _ [C] It [Dm] all came to an end in 68, [F] the rest of the world was [Gm] whining.
[Bb] We'd been a spark and doubt for a new landscape, [Dm] set sail for the Peering [C] _ Mountains.
[F] From the old north [Bb] wall, [F] sail the way, and all your friends [Dm] were there [C] on the [Bb] quay.
Won't be back [C] for many's a day, [F] but it [C] was [Bb] bloody great [F] while it lasted.
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Dm] It was August [F] _ _ 1962, when the first set foot in Old [Bb] _ Donaghues.
A world of music, friends and foes, pacing in [C] towards me.
[F] I never could have guessed as I walked through the door, just what the future had in store.
[Bb] A blank slate for [C] my life I [Dm] saw, _ lying there before _ me.
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_ _ I saw it. _ _ _
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