John Oreilly
Charlie Robison
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D My name is John O'Reilly and myG father worked the fieldsD In the hills of old Kilarny where IA helped him turn the wheelsD My arms grew hard as iron for aG boy of 17D And I used my fists for gambling onA D those wet Kilarny streetsD Well the ship left for America andG I took my pack aboardD Said goodbye to my dear IrelandA said a prayer to my dear lordD But I fought those sorry guineasG in the kitchen they called hellD Well I fought them for their dollarA D and those guineas paid me wellD Fair the well fair DoverG Fair the well your seasons turnD For my pockets will be jingling onBm A the day of my return the day of myD returnContinúa después del anuncioD Well I fought in New York City andG I fought the Jersey shoreD My gut stayed full of whiskey andA my bed stayed full of whoresD Well they called my right a cannonball and my left they calledG the sameD And I left them all lyin' half inA D blood and half in shameD Well I met a man on 32 and heG stuck out his handD And he offered me a thousand if I'dA fall before his manD Well I said it could be done butG only for another twoD And he smiled at me and nodded as IA D stuck it in my shoeD Fair the well fair doverG Fair the well your seasons turnD For my pockets will be jingling onBm A the day of my return the day of myD returnD Well they rang the bell two timesG before I let him have my noseD And I let him work my left until myA eye was swollen closedD Then I let loose a right that theyG still talk about todayD For that guinea didn't know that IA D had bet the other wayD They covered every dock and everyG port there on the coastD Looking for the double crosser whoA had turned into a ghostD But I was on a train my friendG that rode the other wayD And I'll sail from California backA D to Dublin one fine dayD Fair the well fair DoverG Fair the well your seasons turnD For my pockets will be jingling onBm A the day of my return the day of myD return