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The Irish Washerwoman ukulele

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#-------------------------------PLEASE NOTE-------------------------------------#
# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
# song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------#
The Irish Washerwoman chords (for the acoustic guitar)
Traditional Irish Jig (words by George Colman the Elder The Surrender of Calais 1791)

Dm F F

     F
When I was at home, I was merry and frisky.
   Dm                                 F
My dad kept a pig, but my mother sold whiskey.
   F                 
My uncle was rich, but ne er could be easy,
     Dm      F         F
till I was enlisted by Corporal Casey.
     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
   Dm                                     F
my dear little Shelah I thought would run crazy
     F
When I trudged away with tough Corporal Casey,
     Dm        F           F
Och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my love. 

  F
I marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
   F
on Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
    F          F              Dm         F
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
    Dm        F             F
for fear of a drubbin  from Corporal Casey.
     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
    F
the devil go with him, I ne er could be lazy
   F         F              Dm       F
He struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,
     Dm        F           F
och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear. 

   F
We went into battle, I took the blows fairly,
     Dm                                    F
that fell on my pate, but they bothered me rarely.
    F                       
And who should the first be that dropped? Why, and please you,
          Dm           F      F
it was my good friend, honest Corporal Casey.
     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
       Dm                               F
thinks I,  You are quiet and I shall be easy.
   F
So eight years I fought without Corporal Casey,
     Dm        F           F
Och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my gal. 

  F
I marched from Kilkenny, but as I was thinking,
   F
on Shelah, my heart in my bosom was sinking.
    F          F              Dm         F
But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy,
    Dm        F             F
for fear of a drubbin  from Corporal Casey.
     F
Och, rub-a-dub, row-de-dow, Corporal Casey,
    F
the devil go with him, I ne er could be lazy
   F         F              Dm       F
He struck my shirts so, old Corporal Casey,
     Dm        F           F
och, rub-a-dub row-de-row, Shelah my dear. 


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