John Oreilly Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

DMy name is John O'Reilly and my father worked the fGields

 In the hills of old KDilarny where I helped him turn the wAheels

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 aGboard

 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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

x2

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