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