Chords for The Poxy Boggards - On Returning From Ireland
Tempo:
120 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Well, we all set sail for Ireland, tis a [G] place where good ale flows, where [D] the maidens are fair in the warm summer's air, [G] and they sing songs that everyone [A] knows.
God help you if you [D] are an Englishman, for you'd [G] better learn to [A] drink quick, [D] for those damned Irish lushes, [G] they drink their ale in flushes, [E] and they'll drink it all before you [D] take a sip.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, the lasses there are quite pretty, you see, [Em] their beauty is the fairest work of art, [D] and their Irish brogue can tame any rogue, [G] and send Cupid's arrow through [A] his heart.
[G] But they talk too much, [D] and they won't shut up, and [G] those cursed women do not [A] know their place, [D] for if you tell a bird to [G] be seen and not heard, she [D] will haul right [A] off and punch you [D] in your face.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, it was there I was drinking one fine morning, [Em] a-scaring up some pretty Irish fun, [E] when behind me there loomed [D] such a shadow, [Em] and I leapt up from me seat [E] for to run.
[Em] Well, I swear it was a mountain [E] of muscle [G] that broke my jaw and threw me [A] out the door.
[D] Morpeth's seven was her height, [G] but her anger gave her might, and [E] she looked big [A] when you're lying [D] on the floor.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [Em] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, every wench gets a pinch on the arse [Em] when they pass us with tankards of ale, and [D] we loves to flirt and lift up their skirts [Em] and offer them a fine [A] English mail.
Well, [Em] I offered one a penny [D] for a roll in the [G] hay, but that wench, she cried [B] and she called, but [D] that penny should be dear, [G] they don't make that in a year, [E] it's a wonder they make anything at all.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
[B] Well and good [D] are the tales of our travels, [G] and from them we [E] pray that you will learn, [D] that the girls from Merrin's Isle are much more than curls and smiles, [G] though in our English hearts for [A] them we yearn.
[G] Like whiskey and bitters [D] are a moth and its flame, a [G] more volatile love mixture [A] can't be paired, so [D] when you go a-travelin' [G] if that bodice you're unravelin' [D] belongs to an [A] Irish lassie, be [D] prepared.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [Em] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
God help you if you [D] are an Englishman, for you'd [G] better learn to [A] drink quick, [D] for those damned Irish lushes, [G] they drink their ale in flushes, [E] and they'll drink it all before you [D] take a sip.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, the lasses there are quite pretty, you see, [Em] their beauty is the fairest work of art, [D] and their Irish brogue can tame any rogue, [G] and send Cupid's arrow through [A] his heart.
[G] But they talk too much, [D] and they won't shut up, and [G] those cursed women do not [A] know their place, [D] for if you tell a bird to [G] be seen and not heard, she [D] will haul right [A] off and punch you [D] in your face.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, it was there I was drinking one fine morning, [Em] a-scaring up some pretty Irish fun, [E] when behind me there loomed [D] such a shadow, [Em] and I leapt up from me seat [E] for to run.
[Em] Well, I swear it was a mountain [E] of muscle [G] that broke my jaw and threw me [A] out the door.
[D] Morpeth's seven was her height, [G] but her anger gave her might, and [E] she looked big [A] when you're lying [D] on the floor.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [Em] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, every wench gets a pinch on the arse [Em] when they pass us with tankards of ale, and [D] we loves to flirt and lift up their skirts [Em] and offer them a fine [A] English mail.
Well, [Em] I offered one a penny [D] for a roll in the [G] hay, but that wench, she cried [B] and she called, but [D] that penny should be dear, [G] they don't make that in a year, [E] it's a wonder they make anything at all.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
[B] Well and good [D] are the tales of our travels, [G] and from them we [E] pray that you will learn, [D] that the girls from Merrin's Isle are much more than curls and smiles, [G] though in our English hearts for [A] them we yearn.
[G] Like whiskey and bitters [D] are a moth and its flame, a [G] more volatile love mixture [A] can't be paired, so [D] when you go a-travelin' [G] if that bodice you're unravelin' [D] belongs to an [A] Irish lassie, be [D] prepared.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, [Em] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
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_ _ _ Well, we all set sail for Ireland, _ tis a [G] place where good ale flows, _ where [D] the maidens are fair in the warm summer's air, [G] and they sing songs that everyone [A] _ knows.
God help you if you [D] are an Englishman, _ for you'd [G] better learn to [A] drink quick, _ [D] for those damned Irish lushes, [G] they drink their ale in flushes, [E] and they'll drink it all before you [D] take a sip.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, the lasses there are quite pretty, you see, [Em] their beauty is the fairest work of _ art, [D] and their Irish brogue can tame any rogue, [G] and send Cupid's arrow through [A] his heart.
[G] But they talk too much, [D] and they won't shut up, and [G] those cursed women do not [A] know their place, _ [D] for if you tell a bird to [G] be seen and not heard, she [D] will haul right [A] off and punch you [D] in your face.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, it was there I was drinking one fine morning, _ [Em] a-scaring up some pretty Irish fun, _ [E] when behind me there loomed [D] such a shadow, _ [Em] and I leapt up from me seat [E] for to run.
_ [Em] Well, I swear it was a mountain [E] of muscle _ [G] that broke my jaw and threw me [A] out the door.
_ [D] Morpeth's seven was her height, [G] but her anger gave her might, and [E] she looked big [A] when you're lying [D] on the floor.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [Em] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, every wench gets a pinch on the arse [Em] when they pass us with tankards of ale, and [D] we loves to flirt and lift up their skirts [Em] and offer them a fine [A] English mail.
Well, [Em] I offered one a penny [D] for a roll in the [G] hay, but that wench, she cried [B] and she called, but [D] that penny should be dear, [G] they don't make that in a year, [E] it's a wonder they make anything at all.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
[B] _ Well and good [D] are the tales of our travels, _ [G] and from them we [E] pray that you will learn, _ [D] that the girls from Merrin's Isle are much more than curls and smiles, [G] though in our English hearts for [A] them we yearn.
[G] Like whiskey and bitters [D] are a moth and its flame, a [G] more volatile love mixture [A] can't be paired, so [D] when you go a-travelin' [G] if that bodice you're unravelin' [D] belongs to an [A] Irish lassie, be [D] prepared.
_ We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
_ We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [Em] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
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God help you if you [D] are an Englishman, _ for you'd [G] better learn to [A] drink quick, _ [D] for those damned Irish lushes, [G] they drink their ale in flushes, [E] and they'll drink it all before you [D] take a sip.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, the lasses there are quite pretty, you see, [Em] their beauty is the fairest work of _ art, [D] and their Irish brogue can tame any rogue, [G] and send Cupid's arrow through [A] his heart.
[G] But they talk too much, [D] and they won't shut up, and [G] those cursed women do not [A] know their place, _ [D] for if you tell a bird to [G] be seen and not heard, she [D] will haul right [A] off and punch you [D] in your face.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, it was there I was drinking one fine morning, _ [Em] a-scaring up some pretty Irish fun, _ [E] when behind me there loomed [D] such a shadow, _ [Em] and I leapt up from me seat [E] for to run.
_ [Em] Well, I swear it was a mountain [E] of muscle _ [G] that broke my jaw and threw me [A] out the door.
_ [D] Morpeth's seven was her height, [G] but her anger gave her might, and [E] she looked big [A] when you're lying [D] on the floor.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [Em] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
Well, every wench gets a pinch on the arse [Em] when they pass us with tankards of ale, and [D] we loves to flirt and lift up their skirts [Em] and offer them a fine [A] English mail.
Well, [Em] I offered one a penny [D] for a roll in the [G] hay, but that wench, she cried [B] and she called, but [D] that penny should be dear, [G] they don't make that in a year, [E] it's a wonder they make anything at all.
We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
[B] _ Well and good [D] are the tales of our travels, _ [G] and from them we [E] pray that you will learn, _ [D] that the girls from Merrin's Isle are much more than curls and smiles, [G] though in our English hearts for [A] them we yearn.
[G] Like whiskey and bitters [D] are a moth and its flame, a [G] more volatile love mixture [A] can't be paired, so [D] when you go a-travelin' [G] if that bodice you're unravelin' [D] belongs to an [A] Irish lassie, be [D] prepared.
_ We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [G] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
_ We've [G] been kicked out of every pub [D] in Ireland, _ [Em] we've been beaten within inches [A] of our lives, for [D] we act like asses [G] to those fair Irish lasses, [D] it's a wonder [A] any one of [D] us survives.
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