Back Home in Derry - Christy Moore
Am Em
In 1803 we sailed out to sea
G D Am
Out from the sweet town of Derry
Am Em
For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown
G D Am
And the marks of our fetters we carried
Am Em
In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our weans
Am Em
Our good women we left in sorrow
Am Em
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
G D Am
On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow
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|C G Am G Am
|Oh….. I wish I was back home in Derry
|C G Am G Am
|Oh….. I wish I was back home in Derry
Am Em
At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
G D Am
As down below decks we were lying
Am Em
O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
G D Am
By a vision of bold Robert dying
Am Em
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Am Em
Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
Am Em
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
G D Am
How many will meet their re-ceiver
Back Home in Derry [Am]Christy Moore
AmIn 1803 Emwe sailed out to sea GOut from the Dsweet town of AmDerry AmFor Australia bound if we Emdidn’t all drown And the Gmarks of our Dfetters we Amcarried AmIn our rusty iron chains Emwe sighed for our weans AmOur good women we left in Emsorrow As the Ammainsails unfurled, our Emcurses we hurled On the GEnglish, and Dthoughts of Amtomorrow
CHORUS
COh….G. I Amwish I was Gback home in AmDerry COh….G. I Amwish I was Gback home in AmDerry
AmAt the mouth of the Foyle, bid Emfarewell to the soil As Gdown below Ddecks we were Amlying AmO’Doherty screamed, woken Emout of a dream By a Gvision of Dbold Robert Amdying AmThe sun burned cruel as we Emdished out the gruel AmDan O’Connor was down with a Emfever Sixty Amrebels today bound Emfor Botany Bay How Gmany will Dmeet their re-Amceiver
Black is the Colour - Christy Moore
|[Chorus]
|[Am] Black is the [F] colour, [G] of my true love's [Am] hair,
|Her lips are [F] like [G] some roses [Am] fair,
|She has the sweetest [F] smile [G], and the gentlest [Am] hands,
|And I love the [F] ground [G] where on she [Am] stands,
Verse 1:
I love my [F] love, [G] and well she [Am] knows,
I love the [F] ground [G] whereon she [Am] goes,
I wish the [F] day [G] it soon would [Am] come,
When she and [F] I [G] could be as [Am] one
Verse 2:
I go to the [F] Clyde [G] and moan and [Am] weep,
For satis[F]fied [G] I ne’er can [Am] be,
I write her a [F] letter, [G] just a few short [Am] lines,
And I suffer [F] death [G] a thousand [Am] times
|[Chorus]
|[Am] Black is the [F] colour, [G] of my true love's [Am] hair,
|Her lips are [F] like [G] some roses [Am] fair,
|She has the sweetest [F] smile [G], and the gentlest [Am] hands,
|And I love the [F] ground [G] where on she [Am] stands
Black is the Colour [Am]Christy Moore
Chorus Am Black is the F colour, G of my true love's Am hair, Her lips are F like G some roses Am fair, She has the sweetest F smile G, and the gentlest Am hands, And I love the F ground G where on she Am stands,
Verse 1 I love my F love, G and well she Am knows, I love the F ground G whereon she Am goes, I wish the F day G it soon would Am come, When she and F I G could be as Am one
Verse 2 I go to the F Clyde G and moan and Am weep, For satisFfied G I ne’er can Am be, I write her a F letter, G just a few short Am lines, And I suffer F death G a thousand Am times
Chorus Am Black is the F colour, G of my true love's Am hair, Her lips are F like G some roses Am fair, She has the sweetest F smile G, and the gentlest Am hands, And I love the F ground G where on she Am stands
Lakes of Pontchartrain - Trad / Paul Brady
It was [G] on one [D] fine March [C] morn-[G] ing, when I [Em] bid New [D] Orleans a[G]dieu
And I took [D] the road to [C] Jackson [Em] town, my [G] fortunes to [C] renew
I [G] cursed all [D] foreign [C] money [Em], no [G]credit could I [C] gain,
Which [G] filled my [D] heart with [C] longing [Em]for The [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G]train
I [G] stepped on [D] board a [C] railroad [G] car be-[Em] neath the [D] morning [G] sun.
I rode the [D] rails ‘til [C] even-[Em] ing and [G] lay me down a-[C] gain.
All [G] strangers [D] there, no [C] friends to [Em] me, ‘til a [G] dark girl towards me [C] came.
And I [G] fell in [D] love with a [C] Creole [Em] girl on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
I [G] said "my [D] pretty [C] Creole [G] girl, My [Em] money [D] here's no [G] good,
If it weren't for the [D] alli-[C] ga-[Em] tors, I’d [G] sleep out in the [C] wood.”
“You’re [G] welcome [D] here, kind [C] stran-[Em] ger, our [G] house is very [C] plain,
But [G] we never [D] turn a [C] stranger [Em] out on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
She [G] took me [D] to her [C] mammy’s [G] house, and [Em] treated [D] me right [G] well.
Her hair [D] upon her [C] shoulders, in [G] jet black ringlets [C] fell.
To [G] try to [D] paint her [C] beau-[Em] ty, I'm [G] sure ‘twould be in [C] vain
So [G] handsome [D] was my [C] Creole [Em] girl on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
I [G] asked her [D] if she’d [C] marry [G] me,
She [Em] said that it [D] ne’er could [G] be,
for she had [D] got a [C] lov-[Em] er,
and [G] he was off at [C] sea
she [G] said that [D] she would [C] wait for [Em] him
and [G] true she would re[C] main
Til [G] he’d re-[D]turn to his [C] Creole [Em] girl
by the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
So [G] fare thee [D] well my [C] Creole [G] girl
I’ll [Em] never [D] see you [G] more
But I wont for[D] get your [C] kind-[Em] ness
in the [G] cottage by the [C] shore
and [G] at each [D] social [C] gather-[Em] ing
a [G] flowing glass I'll [C] drain,
and [G] drink the [D] health to my [C] Creole [Em] girl
on the [C] lakes of [D] Pontchar-[G] train.
Lakes of Pontchartrain [G]Trad / Paul Brady
It was G on one D fine March C morn-G ing, when I Em bid New D Orleans aGdieu And I took D the road to C Jackson Em town, my G fortunes to C renew I G cursed all D foreign C money Em, no Gcredit could I C gain, Which G filled my D heart with C longing Emfor The C lakes of D Pontchar-Gtrain
I G stepped on D board a C railroad G car be-Em neath the D morning G sun. I rode the D rails ‘til C even-Em ing and G lay me down a-C gain. All G strangers D there, no C friends to Em me, ‘til a G dark girl towards me C came. And I G fell in D love with a C Creole Em girl on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
I G said "my D pretty C Creole G girl, My Em money D here's no G good, If it weren't for the D alli-C ga-Em tors, I’d G sleep out in the C wood.” “You’re G welcome D here, kind C stran-Em ger, our G house is very C plain, But G we never D turn a C stranger Em out on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
She G took me D to her C mammy’s G house, and Em treated D me right G well. Her hair D upon her C shoulders, in G jet black ringlets C fell. To G try to D paint her C beau-Em ty, I'm G sure ‘twould be in C vain So G handsome D was my C Creole Em girl on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
I G asked her D if she’d C marry G me, She Em said that it D ne’er could G be, for she had D got a C lov-Em er, and G he was off at C sea she G said that D she would C wait for Em him and G true she would reC main Til G he’d re-Dturn to his C Creole Em girl by the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
So G fare thee D well my C Creole G girl I’ll Em never D see you G more But I wont forD get your C kind-Em ness in the G cottage by the C shore and G at each D social C gather-Em ing a G flowing glass I'll C drain, and G drink the D health to my C Creole Em girl on the C lakes of D Pontchar-G train.
McIlhatton - Christy Moore
Intro: [G] [A] [G] [A]
G A G A
In Glenravel’s Glen there lives a man whom some would call a god
G A G D
For he could cure your shakes with a bottle of his stuff would cost you thirty bob
G A G A
Come winter, summer, frost all over, a jiggin’ Spring on the breeze
D G D A
In the dead of night a man steps by, “McIlhatton, if you please”
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|D C G D
|McIlhatton you blurt we need you, cry a million shaking men
|D G D C
|Where are your sacks of barley, will your likes be seen again?
|D G D G
|Heres a jig to the man and a reel to the drop and a swing to the girl he loves
| D A G A
|May your fiddle play and poitín cure your company up above
G A G A
Theres a wisp of smoke to the south of the Glen and the poitín is on the air
G A G D
The birds in the burrows and the rabbits in the sky and there’s drunkards every-where
G A G A
At Skerries Rock the fox is out and be-god he’s chasing the hounds
D G D A
And the only thing in decent shape is buried beneath the ground
CHORUS
G A G A
At McIlhatton’s house the fairies are out and dancing on the hobs
G A G D
The goat’s collapsed and the dog has run away and there’s salmon down the bogs
G A G A
He has a million gallons of wash and the peelers are on the Glen
D G D A
But they’ll never catch that hackler cos he’s not comin’ home again
McIlhatton [G]Christy Moore
IntroGAGA
GIn Glenravel’s Glen thereA lives a man whom Gsome would call a Agod For he could Gcure your shakes with aA bottle of his stuff would Gcost you thirty Dbob Come Gwinter, summer, Afrost all over, a Gjiggin’ Spring on the Abreeze In the Ddead of night a Gman steps by, “DMcIlhatton, if you Aplease”
CHORUS
DMcIlhatton you blurt we Cneed you, cry a Gmillion shaking Dmen DWhere are your sacks of Gbarley, will your Dlikes be seen Cagain? DHeres a jig to the man and a Greel to the drop and a Dswing to the girl he Gloves May your Dfiddle play and Apoitín cure your Gcompany up Aabove
Theres a Gwisp of smoke to the Asouth of the Glen and the Gpoitín is on the Aair The Gbirds in the burrows and the Arabbits in the sky and there’s Gdrunkards every-Dwhere At GSkerries Rock the Afox is out and be-Ggod he’s chasing the Ahounds And the Donly thing in Gdecent shape is Dburied beneath the Aground
CHORUS
GAt McIlhatton’s house the Afairies are out and Gdancing on the Ahobs The Ggoat’s collapsed and the Adog has run away and there’s Gsalmon down the Dbogs He Ghas a million Agallons of wash and the Gpeelers are on the AGlen But they’ll Dnever catch that Ghackler cos he’s Dnot comin’ home Aagain
Nancy Spain
Of [G] all the stars that ever shone,not [C] one does twinkle [G] like your pale blue[D] eyes,
Like [C] golden corn at [D] harvest time your [G] hair,
[G] Sailing in my boat, the wind [C]gently[ G] blows and fills my[D] sail,
Your [C] sweet scented [D] breath is every [G]where.
[G] Daylight peeping through the curtain [C] of the passing [G] night time is your [D] smile,
The [C] sun in the [D] sky is like your [G] laugh,
Come back to me my Nancy,and [C] linger for [G] just a little [D] while,
Since you [C] left these [D] shores I've known no peace or [G] joy.
Chorus:
No [G] matter where I wonder I’m still [C] haunted by your [D]name,
The [C] portrait of your [D] beauty stays the [G] same,
Standing by the ocean wondering [C]where you’ve gone, if [G] you'll return [D] again,
Where [C] is the ring I [D] gave to Nancy [G] Spain.
[G] On a day in spring time when [C] snow starts to [G] melt and streams do [D] flow,
[C] With the [D] birds I'll sing a [G] song,
In a while I'll wander, [C] down by Bluebell [G] grove where wild flowers [D] grow,
And I [C] hope that lovely [D] Nancy will re[G]turn.
Chorus:
Nancy Spain [G]
Of G all the stars that ever shone,not C one does twinkle G like your pale blueD eyes, Like C golden corn at D harvest time your G hair, G Sailing in my boat, the wind Cgently G blows and fills myD sail, Your C sweet scented D breath is every Gwhere.
G Daylight peeping through the curtain C of the passing G night time is your D smile, The C sun in the D sky is like your G laugh, Come back to me my Nancy,and C linger for G just a little D while, Since you C left these D shores I've known no peace or G joy.
Chorus No G matter where I wonder I’m still C haunted by your Dname, The C portrait of your D beauty stays the G same, Standing by the ocean wondering Cwhere you’ve gone, if G you'll return D again, Where C is the ring I D gave to Nancy G Spain.
G On a day in spring time when C snow starts to G melt and streams do D flow, C With the D birds I'll sing a G song, In a while I'll wander, C down by Bluebell G grove where wild flowers D grow, And I C hope that lovely D Nancy will reGturn.
Chorus
Raggle Taggle Gipsy
[Am] There were three old gypsies came to our house door.
They came brave and [Em] boldly-o
And the [G] one sang [Am] high and the other sang low.
And the [G] other sang [Em] raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o
[Am] It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went.
Put on her suit of [Em] leather-o
And there [G] was a [Am] cry from around the door.
She's [G] away with the [Em] raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o
Instrumental verse:
[Am] It was late that night when the lord came in.
Inquiring for his [Em]lady-o
And the [G] servant [Am] girl she says to the lord.
She's [G] away with the [Em] raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o
[Am] Well, he rode east, and he rode west,
He rode north and [Em] south also
Un[G] til he [Am] came to a wide-open field.
It was [G] there that he [Em] spied his [Am]lady-o
[Am] "Tell me, how could you leave your goosefeather bed
Your blankets strewn so [Em]comely-o
[G] How could you [Am] leave your newly-wedded lord,
[G] All for a [Em]raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o?"
[Am] "Well, what care I for my goose-feather bed
For my blankets strewn so [Em] comely-o?
[G] Tonight I [Am] lie in a wide-open field.
In the [G] arms of a [Em] raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o"
[Am] "Tell me, how could you leave your house and your land,
How could you leave your [Em] money-o
[G] How could you [Am] leave your only wedded lord,
[G] All for a [Em] raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o?"
[Am] "Well, what care I for my house and my land,
And what care I for [Em] money-o?
I'd [G] rather have a [Am] kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips,
I'm [G] away with the [Em] raggle taggle [Am] gypsy-o!"
Instrumental verse:
Raggle Taggle Gipsy [Am]
Am There were three old gypsies came to our house door. They came brave and Em boldly-o And the G one sang Am high and the other sang low. And the G other sang Em raggle taggle Am gypsy-o
Am It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went. Put on her suit of Em leather-o And there G was a Am cry from around the door. She's G away with the Em raggle taggle Am gypsy-o
Instrumental verse
Am It was late that night when the lord came in. Inquiring for his Emlady-o And the G servant Am girl she says to the lord. She's G away with the Em raggle taggle Am gypsy-o
Am Well, he rode east, and he rode west, He rode north and Em south also UnG til he Am came to a wide-open field. It was G there that he Em spied his Amlady-o
Am "Tell me, how could you leave your goosefeather bed Your blankets strewn so Emcomely-o G How could you Am leave your newly-wedded lord, G All for a Emraggle taggle Am gypsy-o?"
Am "Well, what care I for my goose-feather bed For my blankets strewn so Em comely-o? G Tonight I Am lie in a wide-open field. In the G arms of a Em raggle taggle Am gypsy-o"
Am "Tell me, how could you leave your house and your land, How could you leave your Em money-o G How could you Am leave your only wedded lord, G All for a Em raggle taggle Am gypsy-o?"
Am "Well, what care I for my house and my land, And what care I for Em money-o? I'd G rather have a Am kiss from the yellow gypsy's lips, I'm G away with the Em raggle taggle Am gypsy-o!"
Instrumental verse
Ride On - Christy Moore
Intro - Instrumental Verse:
[Am] [F] [G] [Am] x2
Verse 1:
True [Am] you ride the finest horse, [F] I've ever seen
[G] Standing sixteen one or two, with [Am] eyes wild and green
And [Am] you ride the horse so well, [F] hands light to the touch
[G] I could never go with you no matter how I [Am] wanted to
|Chorus:
|[Am] Ride on, [F] see you,
|[G] I could never go with you no matter how I [Am] wanted to
|[Am] Ride on, [F] see you,
|[G] I could never go with you no matter how I [Am] wanted to
Verse 2:
[Am] When you ride into the night, with[F]out a trace behind
[G] Run your claw along my gut, [Am] one last time
I [Am] turn to face an empty space, [F] where you used to lie
And [G] look for the spark to light the night through a [Am] teardrop in my eye.
|Chorus:
|[Am] Ride on, [F] see you,
|[G] I could never go with you no matter how I [Am] wanted to
|[Am] Ride on, [F] see you,
|[G] I could never go with you no matter how I [Am] wanted to
[Outro]
[SLOWER]
|[G] I could never go with you no matter how I [Am] wanted to
[*G] [*Am]
Ride On [Am]Christy Moore
Intro - Instrumental Verse AmFGAmx2
Verse 1 True Am you ride the finest horse, F I've ever seen G Standing sixteen one or two, with Am eyes wild and green And Am you ride the horse so well, F hands light to the touch G I could never go with you no matter how I Am wanted to
Chorus Am Ride on, F see you, G I could never go with you no matter how I Am wanted to Am Ride on, F see you, G I could never go with you no matter how I Am wanted to
Verse 2 Am When you ride into the night, withFout a trace behind G Run your claw along my gut, Am one last time I Am turn to face an empty space, F where you used to lie And G look for the spark to light the night through a Am teardrop in my eye.
Chorus Am Ride on, F see you, G I could never go with you no matter how I Am wanted to Am Ride on, F see you, G I could never go with you no matter how I Am wanted to
Outro
SLOWER
G I could never go with you no matter how I Am wanted to
*G*Am
The Voyage
Christy Moore
[G] I am a[D] Sailor[C] you're my first [G] mate,
We [Em] signed on to[D]gether we [C] coupled our [D] fate,
[C] Hauled up our [D] anchors [C] determined not to [G] fail,
[G] For the hearts [D] treasure to[C]gether we set [G] sail.
With[G]no maps to[D] guide us we [C] steered our own [G] course,
[Em] Rode out the[D] storms when the[C] winds were gale[D] force,
[C] Sat out the[D] doldrums in[C] patience and[G] hope,
[G] Working to[D]gether we [C] learned how to [G] cope.
Chorus:
[Bm] Life is an[Em] ocean and[Bm] love is a[Em] boat,
[Dm] In troubled waters it[C] keeps us[D] afloat,
When we [C] started the[D] voyage there was [Bm] just me and [Em] you,
[C] Now gathered round us, we[D] have our own [G] crew.
To[G]gether we're [D]in this[C] relation[G]ship,
We [Em] built it with [D] care to [C] last the whole[D] trip,
Our [C] true desti[D] nation's not [C] marked on any [G] charts,
[G] We're navi[D] gating for the [C] shores of the[G] heart.
Chorus: x2
The Voyage [G]Christy Moore
G I am aD SailorC you're my first G mate, We Em signed on toDgether we C coupled our D fate, C Hauled up our D anchors C determined not to G fail, G For the hearts D treasure toCgether we set G sail.
WithGno maps toD guide us we C steered our own G course, Em Rode out theD storms when theC winds were galeD force, C Sat out theD doldrums inC patience andG hope, G Working toDgether we C learned how to G cope.
Chorus Bm Life is anEm ocean andBm love is aEm boat, Dm In troubled waters itC keeps usD afloat, When we C started theD voyage there was Bm just me and Em you, C Now gathered round us, weD have our own G crew.
ToGgether we're Din thisC relationGship, We Em built it with D care to C last the wholeD trip, Our C true destiD nation's not C marked on any G charts, G We're naviD gating for the C shores of theG heart.