Mcilhatton

Christy Moore

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Tono:
C D C D In Glenravel’s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
C D C G For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
D C C D Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin’ Spring on the breeze
G C G D In the dead of night a man steps by, “McIlhatton, if you please” [Chorus]
G F C G McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above [Verse 2]
C D C D Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
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C D C G The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there’s drunkards everywhere
D C C D At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he’s chasing the hounds
G C G D And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground [Chorus]
G F C G McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above [Verse 3]
C D C D At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
C D C G The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
D C C D He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
G C G D But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again [Chorus]
G F C G McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D C May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
G F C G McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
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