Chords for O'Donoghue's - Andy Irvine

[F] _ _ Well thank you very much, I'm [C] sure you're all dying for a drink, [D] this [Dm] night's been quite long.
So I'm going to finish up now this first half and play a longer one on Sunday.
[A] And this is a song [C] which _ I wrote about my _ _ youth that I spent, or misspent, in a pub in Dublin called O'Donoghue's.
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_ _ _ [A] 15 [G] Marion Road, Dublin [Bbm] 2, telephone [Ab] 620.
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_ _ _ _ [Db] _ [Bb] _ [Dm] But _ _ _ [Fm] I dedicate this song to, [G] well [D] actually I dedicate it to both [Bb] Ronnie Drew and Barney McKenna, who [Em] are now at [Bb] the High Stage.
I dedicate it to Luke Kelly [Ab] as well, but [Bb] I do that a bit later in [C] another song.
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_ _ But Ronnie [F] was a great _ _
[Bb] _ leader [Gm] _ in O'Donoghue's.
In fact I'll tell you a story, _ _ _ _ Ronnie [Gb] said one day, just out of the blue, we're sitting [N] there drinking, _
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_ _ he said, you know we spend our _ entire lives here on the strip in Marion Road,
I mean when was the last time any of us was down on O'Connell Street?
And we all kind of shook our heads in shame and so on, which was a long time ago.
And so it was arranged that we [Eb] would have an outing to _ Nelson's Pillar.
_ _ _ And at first [A] [Bb] it was a kind of [G] coach outing, it was going to [Bb] be kind of _ a straight [G] sightseeing journey down to Nelson's Pillar.
But of course long before the day arrived, [N] the plans had been made for a pub crawl.
And it was amazing, O'Donoghue's at half past ten, and have one pint,
and then the long walk down on the left hand side of the [Eb] road, from the steam [Gb] screen,
and [Bb] we weren't supposed to have another pint until we got to the next pub on the way, which was Neary's, the actors pub.
_ [N] I think we made a detour on the way to Rice's, which was a little bit off limits.
But when we got to Neary's, because we knew all the actors, _
I remember finishing my pint and looking up that Ronnie had a new one in his hand.
So we all kind of ordered another pint.
_ _ And sometime in the mid-afternoon [Eb] we'd gone as far as _ [Bb] McDade's, _ where we knew all the poets. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ And we [Eb] didn't get any further by closing [Bb] time than O'Neill's in [Fm] Suffolk Street.
_ _ And if you know Dublin's [F] while you're in there, you wouldn't even have been able to see Nelson's Pillar from there.
_ _ _ And nobody remembers the end of the night anyway, so I think it ended up in a fight or something.
We all went home.
_ [Bb] But this is a song called [D] _ O'Donoghue.
_ It was [F] August _ 1962 when I first [Bb] set foot in _ O'Donoghue's.
A world of music, friends and hoos, opened up [C] before [Fm] me.
I never could have guessed [Bb] as I [F] walked through the door just what the future had in store.
[Bb] A crossroads for my [C] life I [F] saw lying [Bb] there to taunt me.
[F] _ [C] [Dm] Well I was an actor, I played straight, I [Bb] played in the gate, he played at the gate.
My mother in _ 1928 had trod those boards [C] before me.
[F] I was getting tired [Bb] of the company, an [Fm] actor's [C] life did not suit me.
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I said goodbye, you'll [C] never [F] see me [Bb] back here [F] in _ _ [C] Nearby's.
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_ _ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] Johnny Moynihan in his busty coat [F] was the [Bb] first to play there in Merrion Row.
And he brought the bazooki to Ireland in a _ waystorm [C] along John.
_ _ [F] Paddy and Maureen O'Donoghue here on Berklee.
Kelly [C] Ronnie [Bb] Drew, Barney McKenna and [C] me and you [Bb] in the early _ _ _ _ _ [F] [C] 1960s.
[Dm] Well Paddy and [F] Maureen, very very sound, though she [Bb] liked to camp on the moral high ground.
You had long hair and you were out and about, [F] oh John, [Bb] you plucked red [F] roses.
Ronnie Drew [Bb] in his [F] fine suit of blue and a voice [Bb] like gravel that would [F] cut you in two.
[Bb] We thought he was troubling [C] through and [F] through, but he [Bb] flew in from Dunbury. _ _
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[D] Joe Ryan and [F] John Kelly in the front bar, their fellows are from [Bb] the County Clare.
Joe Peaney sings in the cold night [F] air in the lane [Bb] way up [C] closing.
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Horace E.
[C] Shanty [Bb] sent her a big tune and [F] Seamus Ennis in the afternoon.
It [Bb] was all over [C] much [F] too soon, [E] [Bb] days of [F] wine and [C] roses. _
_ [Dm] Well Bancho Barney called in the [F] tune, Mary [Bb] Jordan's a whiz on the spoons.
Up the Swanee in town the broom, [Fm] [Bb] Barney's rising [C] to [F] it.
They [Ab] carry [Bb] him bodily [Fm] out to the [Bb] jacks, he empties his bladder and [C] they carry him back.
[Bb] He's solid as white and [C] he's right back [F] on track.
[Bb] How the fuck does he do it? _
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_ _ [Dm] Any afternoon [C] you [F] might find there, Luke Kelly in [Bb] his banjo and his red bear.
Oh what times, what an atmosphere, [F] what [Bb] more could a young man [C] wish [F] for?
How I'd spend [Bb] my time was never in doubt, this is what life was all about.
A bowl of soup and a [C] pint of [F] stout, I'd [Bb] have spogged me Jude [Fm] Maranth or Shane.
[Dm] Days Luke never showed up, a witty [F] phrase, Sonny [Bb] Brogan loved the way he plays.
Count McKenna God bless the days [F] of [Bb] Italian _ [C] mandolinos.
[F] At closing [Bb] time we [F] didn't go far, just down the road [Dm] to the Pound [Fm] Coffee [Bb] Bar.
The usual suspects [F] there you are, had [Bb] you's no [F] hounds to go to.
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_ _ [Dm] Riding [F] up a load on a M54, [Bb] Sweeney's men have a gig, oh Lord.
We have to meet at twelve o'clock [F] for the [Bb] journey down [C] to Galway.
[F] But the [Bb] Sweeney band broke down at the door and we [C] didn't get started till the quarter past [Bb] four.
To the merry tune of the [C] Dole and [F] Snore, [Bb] _ [F] _ [Bb] Halloweeny Rosie.
[Fm] _ [C] [Dm] It all came [C] to an end in [F] 68, the rest of the world was [Bb] lying in wait.
And I started out for a new [F] landscape, set [Bb] sail for the Peering [C] Mountains.
From the old [Bb] North Wall, sailed away and [D] all me friends were [C] there [Bb] on the quay.
Won't be back [G] for [C] many's a [F] day, but it was [Bb] bloody great while it lasted. _
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It [Dm] was [F] August _ 1962, when I first [Bb] set foot in Old Donaghoose.
A world of music, friends and foes, hastening [C] towards me.
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I never could be [Bb] guessed as I rolled through the door, just what the future [F] had in store.
[Bb] A blueprint for my life [C] I [F] saw, [Bb] lying there before me. _ _
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