Chords for Irish Rovers-Whiskey In The Jar
Tempo:
119.05 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Fm
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [D]
[A] [B] [E] [A]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
[D] [E] [A]
There's an old Irish song that says, what more diversion can a man desire than to sit
beside a good warm pub fire?
That's the kind of life that I [Ab] like.
I suppose I'm an old-fashioned kind of a fella and I always look for these old kind of pubs.
Ireland is getting as modern as anywhere else in the world and nowadays these old pubs are
rapidly disappearing, I'm sad to say.
Pubs where there was a million memories created.
Fiddle tunes and singing and stories went on for maybe 150 years.
The little parlour right behind the bar [Eb] and the little tiny pub where you have to crush
in and join your friends for a good old time.
That's what we're doing [Ab] at a great little pub that we discovered in the town of Cushendall
[F] up on the North Antrim coast.
It's called Johnny Joe [Eb] McCallum's and I know you would love to join the rest of [Ab] the rovers
in there [Eb]
[Ab] to hear it all.
Come on in.
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Fm] [Bb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Fm] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb]
[F] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] I took me father's warning, [Fm] I sailed [Bb] away one morning, [Ab] the girl [Eb] I loved was broken [Fm] hearted,
I was [Bb] happy we had [Eb] parted, love fare thee well.
[Fm]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] Whisky on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
While round the news me pleasure, [Fm] there's nothing [Bb] else can measure, [Ab] the travel of [Eb] man
is fancy [Fm] free, for I've no [Bb] boss to bother me, so love [Eb] fare you well.
[Fm] Whisky [Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
[Ab] A whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the
[A] [B] [E] [A]
[D] [A] [E] [A]
[D] [E] [A]
There's an old Irish song that says, what more diversion can a man desire than to sit
beside a good warm pub fire?
That's the kind of life that I [Ab] like.
I suppose I'm an old-fashioned kind of a fella and I always look for these old kind of pubs.
Ireland is getting as modern as anywhere else in the world and nowadays these old pubs are
rapidly disappearing, I'm sad to say.
Pubs where there was a million memories created.
Fiddle tunes and singing and stories went on for maybe 150 years.
The little parlour right behind the bar [Eb] and the little tiny pub where you have to crush
in and join your friends for a good old time.
That's what we're doing [Ab] at a great little pub that we discovered in the town of Cushendall
[F] up on the North Antrim coast.
It's called Johnny Joe [Eb] McCallum's and I know you would love to join the rest of [Ab] the rovers
in there [Eb]
[Ab] to hear it all.
Come on in.
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Fm] [Bb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Fm] [Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb]
[Fm] [Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb]
[F] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] I took me father's warning, [Fm] I sailed [Bb] away one morning, [Ab] the girl [Eb] I loved was broken [Fm] hearted,
I was [Bb] happy we had [Eb] parted, love fare thee well.
[Fm]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] Whisky on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
While round the news me pleasure, [Fm] there's nothing [Bb] else can measure, [Ab] the travel of [Eb] man
is fancy [Fm] free, for I've no [Bb] boss to bother me, so love [Eb] fare you well.
[Fm] Whisky [Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
[Ab] A whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the
Key:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Fm
A
Eb
Ab
Bb
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_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ There's an old Irish song that says, what more diversion can a man desire than to sit
beside a good warm pub fire?
That's the kind of life that I [Ab] like.
I suppose I'm an old-fashioned kind of a fella and I always look for these old kind of pubs.
Ireland is getting as modern as anywhere else in the world and nowadays these old pubs are
rapidly disappearing, I'm sad to say.
Pubs where there was a million memories created.
Fiddle tunes and singing and stories went on for maybe 150 years.
The little parlour right behind the bar [Eb] and the little tiny pub where you have to crush
in and join your friends for a good old time.
That's what we're doing [Ab] at a great little pub that we discovered in the town of Cushendall
[F] up on the North Antrim coast.
It's called Johnny Joe [Eb] McCallum's and I know you would love to join the rest of [Ab] the rovers
in there [Eb]
[Ab] to hear it all.
Come on in.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Bb] _ _
[Eb] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ I took me father's warning, [Fm] I sailed [Bb] away one morning, [Ab] the girl [Eb] I loved was broken [Fm] hearted,
I was [Bb] happy we had [Eb] parted, love fare thee well.
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Eb] Whisky on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
While round the news me pleasure, [Fm] there's nothing [Bb] else can measure, [Ab] the travel of [Eb] man
is fancy [Fm] free, for I've no [Bb] boss to bother me, so love [Eb] fare you well. _ _ _
[Fm] Whisky _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
[Ab] A whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the
_ [A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _
_ [D] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ There's an old Irish song that says, what more diversion can a man desire than to sit
beside a good warm pub fire?
That's the kind of life that I [Ab] like.
I suppose I'm an old-fashioned kind of a fella and I always look for these old kind of pubs.
Ireland is getting as modern as anywhere else in the world and nowadays these old pubs are
rapidly disappearing, I'm sad to say.
Pubs where there was a million memories created.
Fiddle tunes and singing and stories went on for maybe 150 years.
The little parlour right behind the bar [Eb] and the little tiny pub where you have to crush
in and join your friends for a good old time.
That's what we're doing [Ab] at a great little pub that we discovered in the town of Cushendall
[F] up on the North Antrim coast.
It's called Johnny Joe [Eb] McCallum's and I know you would love to join the rest of [Ab] the rovers
in there [Eb]
[Ab] to hear it all.
Come on in.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Bb] _ _
[Eb] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ I took me father's warning, [Fm] I sailed [Bb] away one morning, [Ab] the girl [Eb] I loved was broken [Fm] hearted,
I was [Bb] happy we had [Eb] parted, love fare thee well.
_ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Eb] Whisky on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
While round the news me pleasure, [Fm] there's nothing [Bb] else can measure, [Ab] the travel of [Eb] man
is fancy [Fm] free, for I've no [Bb] boss to bother me, so love [Eb] fare you well. _ _ _
[Fm] Whisky _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ on the devil, [Ab] you're leading [Eb] me astray, [Ab] over [Eb] hills and mountains [F] and to a [Bb] mini-cay,
[Eb] you're nicer, sweeter, tastier, [Ab] you're spunkier [Eb] than take, [Ab] a whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the [Bb] drop is [Eb] over.
[Ab] A whisky [Eb] or a mid-hour, the