Daoiri Farrell - Mcshane

Me ^Dname is McShane from the ^Cplains of ^AmKildare And a ^Dfarmer I was up ^Guntil the last ^Cyear Till ^DI took a notion of ^Chigher pro^Ammotion Went ^Gover to ^CEngland the ^Amharvest to ^Dshare

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 2] I ^Dparted with Molly so ^Cproud and so ^Amjolly I ^Dpicked up a stick for a ^Gstaff in me ^Chand And to ^Dkeep me-self cheery for ^Cfear I'd be ^Amweary I ^Gsang Paddy^Cwhack as I ^Amwent on the ^Dway.

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 3] I ^Dlanded in Dumbarton on a ^Cfine summers ^Ammorning Me ^Dbundle and staff I held ^Gthem in me ^Chands There were ^Dsome of them laughing and ^Cmore of them ^Amchappin' And ^Gmore of them ^Ctrying to put ^AmPaddy a^Dway.

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 4] I ^Dwent to this woman and ^Casked her for ^Amlodging She ^Dsaid "Me young man, now ^Gdon't look so ^Cdull! For ^DI will tell you where ^Cyou will get ^Amlodgings If you ^Ggo to the ^Cwoman who ^Amowns The Black ^DBull."

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 5] I ^Dwent to this woman and ^Casked her for ^Amlodgings She ^Dinstantly showed me to a ^Gbed in the ^Croom And ^Dme being so tired and ^Cworn out from ^Amwalking I ^Gthrew myself ^Cdown on the ^Ambed in the ^Droom.

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 6] A ^Dlump of a Tinker lay ^Cup in the ^Amcorner He ^Dswore on his soul sure he'd ^Gkill all was ^Cthere Says ^DI "Me bold Tinker, give ^Cover your ^Ambraggin', ^GI'm bold Mc^CShane from the ^Amplains of Kil^Ddare!"

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 7] Well he ^Dtried for to hit me a ^Cpunch in the ^Amstomach I ^Dinstantly fetched him a ^Gone in the ^Cthroat He ^Dtumbled heels over his ^Chead in the ^Amcorner And ^Gcut up his ^Chead on an ^Amold whisky ^Dpot.

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [VERSE 8] He ^Dlay on the floor like a ^Csheep he was ^Ambleeding I ^Dswore on me soul that I'd ^Gcut off his ^Clife But I ^Dlifted him up and sat ^Cdown for a ^Amnaggin And ^Gme and the ^CTinker there ^Amended our ^Dstrife.

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay [Instrumental] D C Am D G C D C Am G C Am D

Me ^Dname is McShane from the ^Cplains of ^AmKildare And a ^Dfarmer I was up ^Guntil the last ^Cyear Till ^DI took a notion of ^Chigher pro^Ammotion Went ^Gover to ^CEngland the ^Amharvest to ^Dshare

^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay ^DRom toora ^Gla, Oh ^Amrom toora ^Dladdy, ^Grom toora ^Cla, mosha ^Amrom toora ^Dlay