John Oreilly Chords

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                             John O'Reilly - Charlie Robison
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Tabbed by: DrHess84
Tuning: Standard

Capo II (Relative to capo)

D                                                  G
My name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fields
                     D                                   A
In the hills of old Kilarny where I helped him turn the wheels
D                                      G
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
                        D                 A           D
And I used my fists for gambling on those wet Kilarny streets

D                                                  G
Well the ship left for America and I took my pack aboard
                        D                                A            
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear lord
D                                                           G
But I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
                             D                A               D
Well I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well


Chorus:
D
Fair the well fair Dover
                           G
Fair the well your seasons turn
                       D                         Bm         A         D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return

D                                                      G
Well I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
                      D                                 A
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
D                                                                  G
Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
                    D             A                 D
And I left them all lyin' half in blood and half in shame

D                                           G
Well I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his hand
                    D                               A
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
D                                                 G
Well I said it could be done but only for another two
                        D           A              D
And he smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe


Chorus:
D
Fair the well fair dover
                           G
Fair the well your seasons turn
                       D                         Bm         A         D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return

D                                                          G
Well they rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
                      D                             A
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
D                                                   G
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
                       D               A             D
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

D                                                   G
They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
                       D                             A
Looking for the double crosser who had turned into a ghost
D                                                  G
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
                   D                  A               D
And I'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day


Chorus: x2
D
Fair the well fair Dover
                           G
Fair the well your seasons turn
                       D                         Bm         A         D
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return