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John Oreilly

D                                                                         
G 
My name is John O'Reilly   And my father worked the fields  
                           D                                                
A        
In the hills of ol' Kilarney 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 gamblin' In those wet Kilarney streets  
 
 
D                                                             G 
Well the ship left for America I took my pack aboard  
                                    D                                        
   A        
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland Said a prayer to my dear Lord  
D                                                                          
G 
I fought those sorry guineas In the kitchen they called hell  
                             D                    A                     
D 
I fought 'em for their dollar And those guineas paid me well  
 
 
CHORUS: 
D                                                                            
 G 
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
                                 D                                    A    
                          D 
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
return 
 
D                                                                   G 
I fought in New York City and I Fought the Jersey shore  
                               D                                     A     
  
My gut stayed full o' whiskey My bed stayed full o' whores  
        D                                                                    
 G 
They called my right a cannonball My left they called the same  
                   D            A                                  D 
I left 'em all a lyin' half in blood And the other half in shame 
 
D                                                     G 
I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand 
                       D                               A      
He offered me a 1,000 if I'd fall before his man 
D                                                      G 
I said it could be done but only for another two 
                             D              A              D 
He smiled at me and nodded as I Stuck in my shoe 
 
 
CHORUS: 
D                                                                            
 G 
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
                                 D                                    A    
                          D 
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
return 
 
D                                                                      G 
They rang the bell two times Before I let I'd have my nose 
                        D                                       A      
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 at every Port there on the coast 
                              D                                        A   
    
Lookin' for the double crosser Who had turned into a ghost 
     D                                                              G 
But I was on a train my friend That rolled the other way 
                       D                  A                  D 
I I'll sail from California back  To Dublin one fine day 
 
CHORUS: 
D                                                                            
 G 
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
                                 D                                    A    
                          D 
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
return 
 
D                                                                            
 G 
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn  
                                 D                                   A     
                          D 
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my  
return 
 
 
 
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