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