Charlie Robison - John oreilly

^CMy name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the f^Fields In the hills of old K^Cilarny where I helped him turn the w^Gheels ^CMy arms grew hard as iron for a boy of ^F17 And I used my fists for ^Cgambling on those ^Gwet Kilarny ^Cstreets

^CWell the ship left for America and I took my pack a^Fboard Said goodbye to my dear ^CIreland said a prayer to my dear ^Glord ^CBut I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called ^Fhell Well I fought them for their ^Cdollar and those ^Gguineas paid me ^Cwell

^CFair the well fair Dover Fair the well your seasons ^Fturn For my pockets will be ^Cjingling on the day of my ^Amreturn the ^Gday of my ^Creturn

^CWell I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey ^Fshore My gut stayed full of ^Cwhiskey and my bed stayed full of ^Gwhores ^CWell they called my right a cannonball and my left they called the ^Fsame And I left them all ^Clyin' half in ^Gblood and half in ^Cshame

^CWell I met a man on 32 and he stuck out his ^Fhand And he offered me a ^Cthousand if I'd fall before his ^Gman ^CWell I said it could be done but only for another ^Ftwo And he smiled at me and ^Cnodded as I ^Gstuck it in my ^Cshoe

^CFair the well fair dover Fair the well your seasons ^Fturn For my pockets will be ^Cjingling on the day of my ^Amreturn the ^Gday of my ^Creturn

^CWell they rang the bell two times before I let him have my ^Fnose And I let him work my ^Cleft until my eye was swollen ^Gclosed ^CThen I let loose a right that they still talk about ^Ftoday For that guinea didn't ^Cknow that I had ^Gbet the other ^Cway

^CThey covered every dock and every port there on the ^Fcoast Looking for the double ^Ccrosser who had turned into a ^Gghost ^CBut I was on a train my friend that rode the other ^Fway And I'll sail from ^CCalifornia back to ^GDublin one fine ^Cday

^CFair the well fair Dover Fair the well your seasons ^Fturn For my pockets will be ^Cjingling on the day of my ^Amreturn the ^Gday of my ^Creturn