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John Oreilly ukulele

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

Capo II (Relative to capo)

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

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


Chorus:
C
Fair the well fair Dover
                           F
Fair the well your seasons turn
                       C                         Am         G         C
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return

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

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


Chorus:
C
Fair the well fair dover
                           F
Fair the well your seasons turn
                       C                         Am         G         C
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return

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

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


Chorus: x2
C
Fair the well fair Dover
                           F
Fair the well your seasons turn
                       C                         Am         G         C
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return the day of my return


            
            
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