Исполнитель: | Christy Moore (English) |
Пользователь: | Mark Shorten |
Длительность: | 150 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
[Verse 1]
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In Glenravel’s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
C D C G
For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
D C C D
Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin’ Spring on the breeze
G C G D
In the dead of night a man steps by, “McIlhatton, if you please”
[Chorus]
G F C G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[Verse 2]
C D C D
Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
C D C G
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there’s drunkards everywhere
D C C D
At Skerries Rock the fox is out and begod he’s chasing the hounds
G C G D
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
[Chorus]
G F C G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
[Verse 3]
C D C D
At McIlhatton's house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
C D C G
The goat's collapsed and the dog has run away and there's salmon down the bogs
D C C D
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
G C G D
But they'll never catch that hackler cos he's not comin' home again
[Chorus]
G F C G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D C
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
G F C G
McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
G C G F
Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
G C G C
Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
G D C D
May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above