John Oreilly - Charlie Robison

John Oreilly chords

'John o'Reilly' 
Charlie Robinson
>From album Step Right Up
Transcribed and submitted by Jeff Brockman 


[D]                                                                        
[G]
My name is John O'Reilly   And my father worked the fields 
                           [D]                                               
[A]       
In the hills of ol' Kilarney Where I helped him turn the wheels 
[D]                                                     [G]
My arms grew hard as iron For a boy of 17 
                                  [D]                    [A]                
[D]
And I used my fists for gamblin' In those wet Kilarney streets 


[D]                                                             [G]
Well the ship left for America I took my pack aboard 
                                    [D]                                       
   [A]       
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland Said a prayer to my dear Lord 

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[D]                                                                         
[G]
I fought those sorry guineas In the kitchen they called hell 
                             [D]                    [A]                    
[D]
I fought 'em for their dollar And those guineas paid me well 


CHORUS:
[D]                                                                           
 [G]
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn 
                                 [D]                                    [A]   
                          [D]
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my 
return

[D]                                                                   [G]
I fought in New York City and I Fought the Jersey shore 
                               [D]                                     [A]    
 
My gut stayed full o' whiskey My bed stayed full o' whores 
        [D]                                                                   
 [G]
They called my right a cannonball My left they called the same 
                   [D]            [A]                                  [D]
I left 'em all a lyin' half in blood And the other half in shame

[D]                                                     [G]
I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
                       [D]                               [A]     
He offered me a 1,000 if I'd fall before his man
[D]                                                      [G]
I said it could be done but only for another two
                             [D]              [A]              [D]
He smiled at me and nodded as I Stuck in my shoe


CHORUS:
[D]                                                                           
 [G]
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn 
                                 [D]                                    [A]   
                          [D]
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my 
return

[D]                                                                      [G]
They rang the bell two times Before I let I'd have my nose
                        [D]                                       [A]     
I let him work my left until My eye was swollen closed
       [D]                                                       [G]
Then I let loose a right that they Still talk about today
                              [D]                  [A]                [D]
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

[D]                                                                    [G]
They covered every dock at every Port there on the coast
                              [D]                                        [A]  
   
Lookin' for the double crosser Who had turned into a ghost
     [D]                                                              [G]
But I was on a train my friend That rolled the other way
                       [D]                  [A]                  [D]
I I'll sail from California back  To Dublin one fine day

CHORUS:
[D]                                                                           
 [G]
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn 
                                 [D]                                    [A]   
                          [D]
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my 
return

[D]                                                                           
 [G]
Fair thee well    fair Dover     Fair thee well your seasons turn 
                                 [D]                                   [A]    
                          [D]
For my pockets will be jingling     On the day of my return    The day of my 
return