Charlie Robison - John oreilly

^DMy name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the f^Gields In the hills of old K^Dilarny where I helped him turn the w^Aheels ^DMy arms grew hard as iron for a boy of ^G17 And I used my fists for ^Dgambling on those ^Awet Kilarny ^Dstreets

^DWell the ship left for America and I took my pack a^Gboard Said goodbye to my dear ^DIreland said a prayer to my dear ^Alord ^DBut I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called ^Ghell Well I fought them for their ^Ddollar and those ^Aguineas paid me ^Dwell

^DFair the well fair Dover Fair the well your seasons ^Gturn For my pockets will be ^Djingling on the day of my ^Bmreturn the ^Aday of my ^Dreturn

^DWell I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey ^Gshore My gut stayed full of ^Dwhiskey and my bed stayed full of ^Awhores ^DWell they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the ^Gsame And I left them all ^Dlyin' half in ^Ablood and half in ^Dshame

^DWell I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his ^Ghand And he offered me a ^Dthousand if I'd fall before his ^Aman ^DWell I said it could be done but only for another ^Gtwo And he smiled at me and ^Dnodded as I ^Astuck it in my ^Dshoe

^DFair the well fair dover Fair the well your seasons ^Gturn For my pockets will be ^Djingling on the day of my ^Bmreturn the ^Aday of my ^Dreturn

^DWell they rang the bell two times before I let him have my ^Gnose And I let him work my ^Dleft until my eye was swollen ^Aclosed ^DThen I let loose a right that they still talk about ^Gtoday For that guinea didn't ^Dknow that I had ^Abet the other ^Dway

^DThey covered every dock and every port there on the ^Gcoast Looking for the double ^Dcrosser who had turned into a ^Aghost ^DBut I was on a train my friend that rode the other ^Gway And I'll sail from ^DCalifornia back to ^ADublin one fine ^Dday

^DFair the well fair Dover Fair the well your seasons ^Gturn For my pockets will be ^Djingling on the day of my ^Bmreturn the ^Aday of my ^Dreturn