Christy Moore songs

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Back Home in Derry Christy Moore 3
Black is the Colour Christy Moore 4
Lakes of Pontchartrain 5
McIlhatton Christy Moore 6
Nancy Spain 7
Raggle Taggle Gipsy 8
Ride On Christy Moore 9
The Voyage Christy Moore 10

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Back Home in Derry Christy Moore 3
Black is the Colour Christy Moore 4
Lakes of Pontchartrain 5
McIlhatton Christy Moore 6
Nancy Spain 7
Raggle Taggle Gipsy 8
Ride On Christy Moore 9
The Voyage Christy Moore 10

Lakes of Pontchartrain 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.

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” |[CHORUS] | |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

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