Chords for John Spillane - Ireland and Australia (from Exile)

[E] _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
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_ _ Oh, Ireland and Australia, we're [C#m] walking down the road.
[E] Said Ireland to Australia, will you help me with my load?
I've got Fenians, I've got criminals, take them off my hands.
Selling for [Em] a holiday, [D#] down two Van [E] Diemen's down.
Ha ha, want some niddly air, I [B] want some niddly, [E] niddly, niddly. _
_ _ I've got all the wretched misery human life can be.
People starving in their houses for the want of a bite to eat.
Broken, hacked and miscreant, sewage that's never been borne.
The sealing of a loaf of bread or a half a knee or a corn.
Ha ha, want some niddly air, I want some niddly, niddly, niddly.
Who's superior?
Who's inferior?
Who's talking [A] down to?
[E] Our world is always turning, and underneath she's burning.
This world is made of wonder, of tunder and of plunder.
This world is made of love, who's [B] done and done?
Who's up [E] above?
Ha ha! _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Said Australia to Ireland, I've got troubles of my own.
The white man, he come over here, what he see, he think he own.
He take away my copper, he take all of my gold.
He take away my children with his Christian strangled hold.
Ha ha, want some niddly air, I want some niddly, niddly, niddly.
Said Australia to England, I've got a room and a bar right.
Pack them into leaky ships and sail them out of sight.
There'll be no native problem, we have them well so few.
Headed [F] clearings in Tasmania and on the mainland too.
[E] Ha ha, want some niddly air, I want some niddly, niddly, niddly.
Who's superior?
Who's inferior?
Who's talking down [A] to?
[E] Ah, world is always turning and underneath you's burning.
This world is made of wonder, of tunder and of plunder.
This world is made of love, who's done and done?
Who's up above?
Ha ha ha! _ _
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_ _ _ _ John Svillanus and I'm done sir.
And I come from Cork City, the centre of the universe.
Fair play to me.
_ _ Woo woo!
_ Oh, the white man and the black man were sitting down for tea.
He said, white man to the black man, now you belong to me.
I'm [Em] selling all your children into slavery.
[E] Ha ha, want some niddly air, I want some niddly, niddly, niddly.
Oh, the Catholic and the Protestant were [C#m] fighting over [E] land.
Said the Catholic to the Protestant, I just don't understand.
What troubles you the most is that the transubstantiation of the host,
the Father, Son or the Holy Ghost,
[N] the philosophy, the ideology, [Fm] the philosophy, the catalogy,
the front or the bottom of [E] me or the bottle in front of me.
Who's done and done?
Who's up above?
Who's superior?
Who's inferior?
Who's talking down [A] to?
[E] I know of his victory and underneath he's burning.
This world is made of wonder, of wonder and of wonder.
This world is made of love.
Who's done and done?
Who's up above?
Who's superior?
Who's inferior?
Who's talking down to?
[A] _ [E] I know of his objectorning and underneath he's burning.
This world is made of wonder, of thunder, and of plunder.
This world is made of love.
Love is not [F#m] a lie.
[E] Love is not a lie. Oh.
Oh, come on.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
_ _ [Em] Ah. Ah.
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