Medley

Em

   Em                          
As I was walking down the road, 
   G                D
a-feeling fine and larkey, oh
    Em                             
A recruiting sargeant came up to 
      (G)                     
me, says he, "You'd look fine in 
(D)     Em
khaki, oh
        Em                         
For the King, he is in need of men,
           G          D
 come read this proclamation, oh
  Em                           
A life in Flanders for you then 
      (G)         (D)      Em
would be a fine vacation, oh."

"That may be so," says I to him, 
"But tell me sargeant, deary-o
If I had a pack stuck up on me back 
would I be fine and cheery-oh?
For they'd have you train and drill 
until they'd have you one of the 
Frenchies, oh
It may be warm in Flanders but it's 
drafty in the trenches, oh."

The sargeant smiled and winked his 
eye, his smile was most provoking, 
oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee 
moustache, says he, "I know you're 
only joking, oh.
The sandbags are so warm and high, 
the wind you won't feel blowing, 
oh."
I winked at a cailin passing by, 
says I, "What if it's snowing, oh?"

Come rain or hail or wind or snow, 
I'm not going out to Flanders, oh
There's fighting in Dublin to be 
done, let your sargeants and you 
commanders go.
Let English men fight English wars, 
it's nearly time they started, oh
I saluted the sargeant a very good 
night.  There and then we parted, 
oh.

[Rocky Road to Dublin]

C
As I went down to Galway Town to 
seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August, me 
G             C
mind being elevated
           C          G           
There were passengers assembled 
         Am             C
with their tickets at the station
                     Em            
And me eyes began to dazzle and 
                 Am
they off to see the races
        C            G          
With me wack fol the do fol the 
Am
diddle idle day

There were passengers from Limerick 
and passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara  and the Clare
 unmarried maiden
There were people from Cork City who
 were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian 
prisoners from dying in foreign 
nations
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With me wack fol the do fol the 
diddle idle day

And it's there you'll see the pipers
 and the fiddlers competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune 
and the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple 
pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented and he
 gazing at his daughter
With me wack fol the do fol the 
diddle idle day

(instrumental verse)
With me wack fol the do fol the 
diddle idle day

***These are the chords for The 
Rocky Road To Dublin, which is the 
middle part
of MEDLEY from If I Should Fall From
 Grace With God.
(It should be noted the Pogues 
recorded a version with vocals on 
the Live At
The 100 Club 7".)

Dm - C - Dm -C -
Dm - Am - Dm - Am - Dm - Am - C (2x)
Dm - C -Dm


And it's there you'll see the 
jockeys and they mounted on so 
stably
The pink, the blue, the orange, and 
green, the colors of our nation
The time it came for starting, all 
the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the 
ground, the speed was so amazing!
With me wack fol the do fol the 
diddle idle day

There was half a million people 
there of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the 
Jew, the Presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity, no 
matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality inducing 
fresh acquaintance
With me wack fol the do fol the 
diddle idle day

C
As I went down to Galway Town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
G                C
Me mind being elevated
                      G
There were passengers assembled
           Am             C
With their tickets at the station
                     Em
And me eyes began to dazzle
                        Am
And they off to see the races
        C            G
With me wack fol the do fol
    Am
The diddle idle day

There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maiden
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian 
prisoners
From dying in foreign nations

And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter

And it's there you'll see the 
jockeys
And they mounted on so stably
The pink, the blue, the orange, and 
green
The colors of our nation
The time it came for starting
All the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the 
ground
The speed was so amazing!

There was half a million people 
there
Of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the 
Jew, the Presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality
Inducing fresh acquaintance