Chords for Paul Brady - Arthur McBride - Vicar Street, Dublin, 20th May 2017

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[C] First time he played for us in a pub [Dm] in WLF, Fulham.
Fulham is a pretty long town.
But [G] we're all from the same pub town,
absolutely marvellous.
[N] Very [G] lovely.
[C] [G] Morning
[C] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G]
[G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G] and [D] the cousin [G] one after,
like bright [C] eyes we were,
[G] walking [C] down by the [G] seaside.
Not [D] far from Swallow,
[G] I've walked with the tide,
for a dear old Christmas [D] morning.
Out of far recreation,
[G] we went on a trowel,
[C] and we met [G] Sergeant Copper [C] Uncle,
who found [G]
a [D] little wheat [G] roller,
and sent him to camp for the day,
being pleasant [D] and charming.
[G] [D] [G]
Good morning, good morning,
the sergeant did cry,
and he [C] said,
good morning, dear gentleman,
the wind is a-flying.
[G] He said, no [D] harm,
[G] but meant to pass time,
for a dear old [D] Christmas morning.
What's the team I find,
I'll owe [G] anyone,
unless they [C] stand in ease [G] and hope.
I won't [C] slap you in the face,
[G]
I'm a clown [D] of Arden,
for to kick [G] up the dust,
I'll drink the king's health [D] in the [G] morning.
[D] [Bm] For a soldier [D] [G] he's a very fine lad,
and [C] he [G] always is blessed with a charming wife.
[C] [G] And he pays all his debts with both sorrow and strength,
and always lives pleasant [D] and charming.
I'm a soldier,
he always [G] is decent and clean,
and the flags of gold he's [C] constantly seen.
[G] While other [D] poor [G] fellows go to reeling,
I'm someone's little room in the morning.
[G] [C] [G]
[A] [G]
[D] [G]
[C] [G] [D] [G]
[Am] [G]
[D] [G]
[D] [G] Well, says Arthur,
[D] I [G] wouldn't be proud of your clothes,
[C] for you've [G] only the band [C] of them as I suppose.
And [D] you dare not change them [G] one night,
for you know with [C] you do [G] you be flogged,
[D] in the morning.
And of all us three,
[G] you're single and free,
[C] to [G] take pretty life in [C] our own.
[G] And we have [D] no [G] desire,
to stay in this sea,
for a juror offers a chance.
[D]
[G] And we have no [D] desire,
[G] to take your advance,
[C] for hazards and [G] dangers,
[C] we barter our chance.
[G] And [D] you would have no [G] struggles,
for it sends us to France,
where we would get shot with a [D]
[G] warning.
[Gm] [C] [G] Oh now says the sergeant,
they have no such chance,
and [C] anything [G] will take it.
[C] But once after that rat,
[G] Ricky and [D] Sophie,
[G] with one other word,
I'll cut off your [D] heads in the morning.
[G] And then [D] Arthur and I,
[G] we listen through our hearts,
and we say,
step in time,
for the job will be done.
[D] When our trusty Shillelagh,
[Gm] they mow their heads,
[G] and I'll be there as your lawyer.
And all [D] trusty Red [G] Deers,
that on by their sides,
[C] we've [G] longed for this hire,
and we've put it down.
And taken them up [Dm] the hill,
[G] quite after my try,
and sent for their head in the [D] morning.
[G] And though the two [D] we [G] drummer,
we flattened his paddle,
and we laid on the floor,
with the road he'd have down.
We went to the drive,
for a drunken rule,
and like a good deer,
stripped her of her leg.
[D]
[G] And we haven't [D] no money,
[G] paid them mostly price,
and [C] we ain't [G] known to smack [C] you,
there to the bloody face.
[G] But we lapped them there,
like a pair of wet socks,
and left them for their head in the [D] morning.
I [G] told [D] you completely,
[G] and you believe this [C] guilt,
we all made it to [G] the [C] house,
but they wanted the proof.
[G] But we [D] were glad,
[G] not to give them hard [D] clothes,
[G] half of them good [D] sharp in the [G] morning.
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
[D] [G] Lonely and we were so black,
we might cry even [C] if we [G] went,
through walking [C] down by the seaside.
[G] And our [D] backpacks [G] bundled,
and we walked in each eye,
for it'd be like [D] Christmas [G] morning.
[C] [Gm] [N]
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[C] First time he played for us in a pub [Dm] in WLF, Fulham.
Fulham is a pretty long town.
But [G] we're all from the same pub town,
absolutely marvellous.
[N] Very [G] lovely.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ Morning _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [G] and [D] the cousin [G] one after,
like bright [C] eyes we were,
[G] walking [C] down by the [G] seaside.
Not [D] far from Swallow,
[G] I've walked with the tide,
for a dear old Christmas [D] morning.
Out of far recreation,
[G] we went on a trowel,
[C] and we met [G] Sergeant Copper [C] Uncle,
who found [G]
a [D] little wheat [G] roller,
and sent him to camp for the day,
being pleasant [D] and charming.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ Good morning, good morning,
the sergeant did cry,
and he [C] said,
good morning, dear gentleman,
the wind is a-flying.
[G] He said, no [D] harm,
[G] but meant to pass time,
for a dear old [D] Christmas morning.
What's the team I find,
I'll owe [G] anyone,
unless they [C] stand in ease [G] and hope.
I won't [C] slap you in the face,
[G]
I'm a clown [D] of Arden,
for to kick [G] up the dust,
_ I'll drink the king's health [D] in the [G] morning.
_ [D] [Bm] For a soldier [D] [G] he's a very fine lad,
and [C] he [G] always is blessed with a charming wife.
[C] [G] And he pays all his debts with both sorrow and strength,
and always lives pleasant [D] and charming.
I'm a soldier,
he always [G] is decent and clean,
and the flags of gold he's [C] constantly seen.
[G] _ While other [D] poor [G] fellows go to reeling,
I'm someone's little room in the morning. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ [G] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [G] Well, says Arthur,
[D] I [G] wouldn't be proud of your clothes,
[C] for you've [G] only the band [C] of them as I suppose.
And [D] you dare not change them [G] one night,
for you know with [C] you do [G] you be flogged,
[D] in the morning.
And of all us three,
[G] you're single and free,
[C] to [G] take pretty life in [C] our own. _
[G] And we have [D] no [G] desire,
to stay in this sea,
for a juror offers a chance.
_ [D] _
[G] And we have no [D] desire,
[G] to take your advance,
[C] for hazards and [G] dangers,
[C] we barter our chance.
[G] And [D] you would have no [G] struggles,
for it sends us to France,
where we would get shot with a [D]
[G] warning.
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _ [G] Oh now says the sergeant,
they have no such chance,
and [C] anything [G] will take it.
[C] But once after that rat,
[G] Ricky and [D] Sophie,
[G] with one other word,
I'll cut off your [D] heads in the morning. _
[G] And then [D] Arthur and I,
[G] we listen through our hearts,
and we say,
step in time,
for the job will be done.
[D] When our trusty Shillelagh,
[Gm] they mow their heads,
[G] and I'll be there as your lawyer.
_ And all [D] trusty Red [G] Deers,
that on by their sides,
[C] we've [G] longed for this hire,
and we've put it down.
And taken them up [Dm] the hill,
[G] quite after my try,
and sent for their head in the [D] morning.
_ [G] And though the two [D] we [G] drummer,
we flattened his paddle,
and we laid on the floor,
with the road he'd have down.
We went to the drive,
for a drunken rule,
and like a good deer,
stripped her of her leg.
[D]
[G] And we haven't [D] no money,
[G] paid them mostly price,
and [C] we ain't [G] known to smack [C] you,
there to the bloody face.
_ [G] But we lapped them there,
like a pair of wet socks,
and left them for their head in the [D] morning.
I [G] told [D] you completely,
[G] and you believe this [C] guilt,
we all made it to [G] the [C] house,
but they wanted the proof.
[G] But we [D] were glad,
[G] not to give them hard [D] clothes,
[G] half of them good [D] sharp in the [G] morning. _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
[D] _ _ [G] Lonely and we were so black,
we might cry even [C] if we [G] went,
through walking [C] down by the seaside.
[G] And our [D] backpacks [G] bundled,
and we walked in each eye,
for it'd be like [D] Christmas [G] morning.
_ [C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _

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