Chords for The Mary Wallopers - The Night the Guards Raided Owney's | Ceolaireacht | TG4

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_ _ _ One evening, a late, down to Crow Street I [Bb] strayed to a bar that's famous [G] for doing
a late trade [Cm] in vodka and whiskey and red lemonade _ [Bb] among company [G] that's kindly [C] and jovial.
_ _ _ [Bb] [Cm] The man from _ [Bb] Connaughtley put me at my ace [Cm] and he sat me down easy _ [G] beside a big blaze.
[Gm] [Cm] He poured me a pint and a half on that _ [Bb] blaze and [G] another wee drop came [Cm] from holy.
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_ _ _ For an hour and a half I drank liquor so rare [Bb] I'd swear it was brewed by [G] the gods, I declare.
Out [Cm] of nectars and honeys and lotuses bare [Bb] and it freshly [G] came over [Cm] the border.
_ _ _ At half past [Bb] eleven I sadly _ prepared [Cm] to return to my lodging [G] back where I was [Bb] reared.
[C] I packed up me [Fm] bags, I [Cm] was filled with dull care [Bb] and then only [G] put in [Bb] a [Cm] big order.
_ _ So the titlers relaxed and returned to their [Bb] drinks _ rejoicing that now they [G] need not feel the pinch.
[Gm] _ [Cm] Peter sure finished off the last tithe of an inch, [Bb] he was sucking [G] since [Gm] twenty [Cm]-half seven.
_ _ _ And the music began [Bb] in an old-fashioned style, you [Cm] would travel to hear it [G] for many's a mile.
[Bb] [Cm] They were laughing and dancing away all the while [Bb] I thought I [G] was dead [Bb] [Cm] and in _ heaven. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ There were lads there from Newry, the Lough and the Hack [Bb] and some came from Belfast [G] and never went back.
[Bb] [Cm] And more lived convenient to Carroll than blacks [Bb] and every [G] man Jack's [Bb] will [Cm] importer.
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] Some came from Hill [Bb] Street and more from the quay, [Cm] some crossed my Glen Patriots [G] tearing away.
[Bb] _ [Cm] In a ski, down a mine, they were [Fm] all in [Cm] array [Bb] and each one [B] kept themselves [Bb] in good [Cm] order.
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_ _ Now a big dirty guard _ was out on the street [Bb] and passing the door heard the [Dm] music so sweet.
[Bb] [C] He kicked up his heels for to beat a retreat _ [Bb] to summon up [G] two [Bb] of his [Cm] _
cronies.
_ _ They quickly returned [Bb] to the scene of the crime [Cm] and they called on the company [G] to fight or resign.
_ [Gm] [Cm] Let the men cry, Pat, hurry, we'll only be fine [Bb] on the night that [G] the guard's [Cm] raided O'Neill's. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Said the sergeant on entering, well what's this I see [Bb] and why are so many [Dm] of ye on the spree?
[Bb] [Cm] Could it be that at long last the country is free?
[Bb] Your conduct it is most [Cm] _
nefarious.
_ _ [Bb] [Cm] Oh the country's not free, [Bb] _ then O'Neill did say, if [C] ye want to drink porter [G] like the rest ye must pay.
[C] We'll stay here if we like till the clear light of [Cm] day, [Bb] you know in _ Dundalk [Cm] we're brigarious.
_ _ So the guards went around and they took all our [Bb] names and they struggled to spell [G] with their feeble wee brains.
[Cm] And as some names in Irish they made a great [Bb] hymn and nor did [G] they abandon _ [Cm] forever.
_ _ _ To the roof of _ [Bb] Mullholland some quickly did climb [Cm] to gaze on afar at [G] the scene of the crime.
[C] To watch the Owl [Cm] Guards making good over time [Bb] as they gathered the [B] rest all [Cm] together. _
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_ _ _ May the devil he roast them high up on the ramp, [Bb] the guard and the sergeant, the [Dm] lad with the lamp.
_ [Bb] [Cm] The dirty mean miserable _ lousy low tramps [Bb] from the bog that [G] were dragged [Cm] up so lowly.
_ _ _ May they always see suffering [Bb] and sorrow and pain, [Cm] may their boots never fit [Bb] and their [Bm] belts never strain.
[Cm] If they interrupt [Fm] such a [Cm] grand evening _ [Bb] again as the night [G] that the [D] guards [Cm] raided O _ _ 'Neill's.
May their motors all [Bb] stand and their noses all run [C] and their necks now so red [Bb] all [B] turn green in the [Bb] sun.
[Cm] And their teeth all turn black and fall out one by one, [Bb] may starvation [G] it make [Cm] them throw money. _
_ May their hearts all fester [Bb] and drop to their heels [Cm] at their last dying minutes.
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_ _ [Cm] _ they dance forever, the fastest of _ reels _ _ with [Bb] the devil _ [G] for raiding _ [Cm] poor O'Neill. _ _ _
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